Love mends even the broken parts
Alright, maybe Loren had been a little too firm about not telling the Launceleyn what to do thing. Remi’s heart at least was in the right place; the same could certainly not be said of the summoner. ”I used to get tortured for being anything less than perfect. And I was never perfect.” It had gone on for so long that he’d started doing it to himself, even after his family started fracturing and he himself had become one of the strongest among them. Maybe he’d never really stopped, even to this day. In fact, that seemed apparent, now that the alchemist had pointed it out.
”But if I fail...if I fail in this I’m not the only one who gets hurt.” No, the summoner would take others down with him, and he’d never been comfortable with that. Dragging them down while he was enraged, maybe—and even then his recent actions didn’t really sit well with him—but not when he was trying to help or love. Never then. "And it still doesn't change..." Anything really: he could change his outlook as many times as he wanted, more even, but that didn't mean he could love with hurting, either himself or others.
”But if I fail...if I fail in this I’m not the only one who gets hurt.” No, the summoner would take others down with him, and he’d never been comfortable with that. Dragging them down while he was enraged, maybe—and even then his recent actions didn’t really sit well with him—but not when he was trying to help or love. Never then. "And it still doesn't change..." Anything really: he could change his outlook as many times as he wanted, more even, but that didn't mean he could love with hurting, either himself or others.
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