Love mends even the broken parts
Loren probably should have just let Remi walk away. However, that had always been the Launceleyn’s way—to push away, to leave, to hide—and to see it in the alchemist, even after everything that had happened, that the summoner had done, seemed wrong. If he was going to make a new version of himself, he couldn’t let it cause the very behavior in others that the Launceleyn hated in himself.
So as the other man turned to go, Loren dropped his arms and let his eyes and voice soften somewhat. That didn’t mean he was gentle, but at least some of the edge drained away. ”Because our feelings got in the way last time, Remi. And, if there’s going to be any sort of relationship between us moving forward, I need to be able to trust that it won’t happen again. Both of our feelings.” The summoner would own up to his culpability. But the alchemist had his own issues with the Launceleyn, and there was nothing he could do about that.
So as the other man turned to go, Loren dropped his arms and let his eyes and voice soften somewhat. That didn’t mean he was gentle, but at least some of the edge drained away. ”Because our feelings got in the way last time, Remi. And, if there’s going to be any sort of relationship between us moving forward, I need to be able to trust that it won’t happen again. Both of our feelings.” The summoner would own up to his culpability. But the alchemist had his own issues with the Launceleyn, and there was nothing he could do about that.
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