sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
The alchemist shook his head, giving the summoner a disappointed look. "So that is it then? You are the one who said you hated how everyone treated your family simply because of your last name, but you are doing it to your own." He said in a gentle voice. "This is not Northaven. Do not subject them to the same upbringing you had."
Raising a brow slightly unsure what to expect, Remi listened politely as the Launceleyn explained. It was more or less what the man had said in the past, but then again Remi was prone to repeat himself, and he'd not fault the summoner for doing the same. Besides, sometimes merely saying the words and admitting them to yourself could be cathartic, even if it was under the guise of explaining it to someone else.
"I...am not related to anyone I consider family, now." The alchemist offered in a gentle tone. He wasn't sure what he'd shared of his past with the summoner—presumably at some point he had indeed mentioned that he'd been beaten, abused, used, and abandoned as a child as well—so hopefully his concern came across as understanding given similarish traumas. He'd never suffered the sort of emotional and psychological torture of course. "Perhaps you needn't be either." At some point, Loren had to stop living in the past. He couldn't keep justifying his behaviours with the sins of his family, though there didn't seem to be any kind way of saying so. Hopefully, encouraging Loren to pick his own family just as he'd pick his own path in this new world, would be enough of a start.
Remi hardly felt the summoner's fingers tighten on his shoulder. As his tear-soaked lashes finally opened, he heaved a weighty sigh and merely stared at the ground. He didn't want to die this LongNight...but he also felt he couldn't unburden himself on Loren. Not with how fragile the summoner currently was. Not knowing how it would shape the Launceleyn's actions to be even more self-sacrificing. "Now..at least you have seen some of it for yourself." He muttered after a moment.
Raising a brow slightly unsure what to expect, Remi listened politely as the Launceleyn explained. It was more or less what the man had said in the past, but then again Remi was prone to repeat himself, and he'd not fault the summoner for doing the same. Besides, sometimes merely saying the words and admitting them to yourself could be cathartic, even if it was under the guise of explaining it to someone else.
"I...am not related to anyone I consider family, now." The alchemist offered in a gentle tone. He wasn't sure what he'd shared of his past with the summoner—presumably at some point he had indeed mentioned that he'd been beaten, abused, used, and abandoned as a child as well—so hopefully his concern came across as understanding given similarish traumas. He'd never suffered the sort of emotional and psychological torture of course. "Perhaps you needn't be either." At some point, Loren had to stop living in the past. He couldn't keep justifying his behaviours with the sins of his family, though there didn't seem to be any kind way of saying so. Hopefully, encouraging Loren to pick his own family just as he'd pick his own path in this new world, would be enough of a start.
Remi hardly felt the summoner's fingers tighten on his shoulder. As his tear-soaked lashes finally opened, he heaved a weighty sigh and merely stared at the ground. He didn't want to die this LongNight...but he also felt he couldn't unburden himself on Loren. Not with how fragile the summoner currently was. Not knowing how it would shape the Launceleyn's actions to be even more self-sacrificing. "Now..at least you have seen some of it for yourself." He muttered after a moment.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
