Love mends even the broken parts
Remi could be as unhappy or upset as he’d like at Loren’s comments, because it wasn’t as if he was thrilled about any of this either. He was especially upset at his admission both that he didn’t know how his magic worked, when it came down to it, and he didn’t know if his creatures would be able to deter the monsters. ”Are they? They have more of a tangible effect than illusions do, sure, but they seem more like copies of the real thing that I puppet for a while than anything else.” They didn’t have independent thought and they didn’t leave anything behind. They sprang from his mind and his magic and left when he stopped focusing on either. That might make them different in some fundamental sense that prevented him from keeping people safe, and it made him slump as his eyes dimmed. They simply didn't know.
Even when he’d been cold and angry, at least he’d been full of life, but he could feel it draining away at the possibility that he’d given everyone a false hope. And the alchemist’s statements about not being here last year and not being enough just reinforced that: once more, the summoner failed to measure up to expectations. Unfortunately, these he’d set for himself. Although he had warned everyone not to rely upon him or his magic, he thought it was too little, too late.
At the explanation that those at the Guild who were foolish enough to go outside might not all be wandering around in a group, however, he felt his resolve come back in full force. ”Seriously? Who is going out, and why can’t you go out together? There is strength in numbers, especially if you have a limited number of amulets. And the first rule to staying alive is never to split up unless you have to.” Maybe a larger group would be more likely to attract attention, but it was also more likely to be able to survive an encounter. He honestly couldn’t believe how reckless the other man was acting; if the alchemist absolutely had to go out, then he should minimize the chances of someone getting hurt. ”Fine. Leave the amulets with my magic with someone you trust at the Temple. I will stay at the Guild and go out as many times as I have to.” The more Remi told the summoner, the more certain he was that putting him at the Temple was the wrong decision. And if the other man and Wessex didn’t like that, too fucking bad. This was about keeping people alive, which was Loren's job.
Even when he’d been cold and angry, at least he’d been full of life, but he could feel it draining away at the possibility that he’d given everyone a false hope. And the alchemist’s statements about not being here last year and not being enough just reinforced that: once more, the summoner failed to measure up to expectations. Unfortunately, these he’d set for himself. Although he had warned everyone not to rely upon him or his magic, he thought it was too little, too late.
At the explanation that those at the Guild who were foolish enough to go outside might not all be wandering around in a group, however, he felt his resolve come back in full force. ”Seriously? Who is going out, and why can’t you go out together? There is strength in numbers, especially if you have a limited number of amulets. And the first rule to staying alive is never to split up unless you have to.” Maybe a larger group would be more likely to attract attention, but it was also more likely to be able to survive an encounter. He honestly couldn’t believe how reckless the other man was acting; if the alchemist absolutely had to go out, then he should minimize the chances of someone getting hurt. ”Fine. Leave the amulets with my magic with someone you trust at the Temple. I will stay at the Guild and go out as many times as I have to.” The more Remi told the summoner, the more certain he was that putting him at the Temple was the wrong decision. And if the other man and Wessex didn’t like that, too fucking bad. This was about keeping people alive, which was Loren's job.
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