Love mends even the broken parts
As Remi actually answered the summoner’s question—though certainly not in the way he’d been expecting or hoping—he sighed, the motion traveling through his whole body given how he was curled in on himself. Frankly, he had no idea what he was going to tell Wessex, or if he’d even have time to see the queen, or if he was definitely going to be at the Guild. He wanted to be there, but that might’ve just been him being selfish and prideful and stupid.
However, at the mention of the king, Loren’s eyes found the alchemist’s. ”I’m assuming Ronin wants nothing to do with me, given everything, and given that I’ve seen or heard nothing of him since he attacked me. However, my assumptions about him have obviously been wrong before. Still, I have no idea what to say to him, or Wessex. Do you?” It was hard not to assume Ronin straight up hated the Launceleyn given that the king hadn’t even bothered to send a note, and had been cured enough for a while now to do at least that. Even if the note had been spelling out that the demigod wanted Loren far aware from Ronin’s family, that would’ve been better than the deafening silence the summoner had received. ”Beatrix and Jace have made it very clear that they don’t need me or even really want me around, but I’ll find someone to take them in if I die.” Maybe Phoebe, given how desperate she was for children. It would be a sick and twisted way for Loren to apologize. But he was both sick and twisted, so no one would be surprised by that.
As the other man offered to show the Launceleyn the monsters, his eyes shot up. They widened for a brief moment, before he bit his lip, harder than he usually did, though he barely noticed. ”I would appreciate that. But…if it’s too traumatic…” He trailed off, because it was Remi’s choice, and the alchemist probably wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t willing.
However, at the mention of the king, Loren’s eyes found the alchemist’s. ”I’m assuming Ronin wants nothing to do with me, given everything, and given that I’ve seen or heard nothing of him since he attacked me. However, my assumptions about him have obviously been wrong before. Still, I have no idea what to say to him, or Wessex. Do you?” It was hard not to assume Ronin straight up hated the Launceleyn given that the king hadn’t even bothered to send a note, and had been cured enough for a while now to do at least that. Even if the note had been spelling out that the demigod wanted Loren far aware from Ronin’s family, that would’ve been better than the deafening silence the summoner had received. ”Beatrix and Jace have made it very clear that they don’t need me or even really want me around, but I’ll find someone to take them in if I die.” Maybe Phoebe, given how desperate she was for children. It would be a sick and twisted way for Loren to apologize. But he was both sick and twisted, so no one would be surprised by that.
As the other man offered to show the Launceleyn the monsters, his eyes shot up. They widened for a brief moment, before he bit his lip, harder than he usually did, though he barely noticed. ”I would appreciate that. But…if it’s too traumatic…” He trailed off, because it was Remi’s choice, and the alchemist probably wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t willing.
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