trained to get along

Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along

Sarcasm. The alchemist replied gently. What you did was...well, you know what it was. But you had no children here. Zariah had two and left them with her Peter and left the grounds to Edrei, and, from what I hear, without much of an explanation to anyone. The point being that while Loren's leaving had hurt him, he wasn't a child like Bea and Jace were. If Loren was guilty of abandonment, what did that make Zariah?

Humming a silent note of thanks as the honey badger stayed within eyesight and relaxing noticeably, Remi nodded in agreement. A mental wince and sadness rippled out from his mind a bit though; the only reason he knew he was no longer her plaything was because he knew the limits of what he was capable of. Murder and violence no longer unknown to him, and that fact humbled and saddened him considerably.

Everyone's days are numbered. Remi replied with a wry smile, clearly unimpressed by the threat. What came next made the alchemist frown deeply as he stared down a the small predator. Head of the family? You mean to...continue the Launceleyns? His silent words seemed to emphasize the capital L; the Launceleyns had a family structure unlike any Remi had seen before, a devastatingly unhealthy one.

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