trained to get along

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

Neron is an adult. And as for Beatrix and Jace? She is their mother..I.. Swallowing, Remi shook his head. On that I really do not know. I am tempted to say they should be allowed to stay with her and choose when they are older, but based on everything you have said, that might be more harmful. But...if it is just them, then fighting Zariah will not win them over to you. They are too young. Remi thought with a light frown. He didn't blame Loren for instantly jumping to violence as a way of besting Zariah, but the longer they spoke, the longer the alchemist firmly believed that it wasn't the answer.

Well, from speaking with Zariah it did not seem as though the borders were closed. Indeed, Wessex did not say that they were. Remi replied, a brow raised slightly. But if it is, yes. We all came together last time to get ourselves out, and we can again. There was a pulse of something dark in the back of Remi's mind as he spoke, something that very much wanted to say we came together. Not you. Because you weren't here. Guiltily the alchemist closed his eyes and swallowed.

Looking up with a surprised expression, the alchemist chuckled slightly without meaning to. Loren...you cannot just expect to be kind to a child and have them chose you over their mother. He said with an incredulous pulse coating his words. Remi hadn't seen Loren with children before, but...for as stiff and icy as the summoner could be, the alchemist wasn't entirely surprised he'd not won himself interim father of the year in Zariah's absence.

Well...talk with Peter. And Neron. And Zariah if you can. Tell her that you are breaking away from the Launceleyn hierarchy and think she should too. Not by fighting or by threatening. What she does with that is her business, but Loren you... The alchemist paused, biting the inside of his lip. This was bordering on territory that felt extremely personal in such a way as it might come across as him having an agenda. He didn't of course, but that didn't make the words any less applicable to how the summoner had occasionally treated the alchemist. ...cannot just force people to do what you want simply because you believe you are right. They are allowed to make their own mistakes. You might wish Neron would choose you over Zariah and he might. But if not? That is his choice.

Not worried about the Launceleyn's closeness—not like this of course—the alchemist's hands instantly went to cup the small skull, his fingers easily making their way through the course fur to softly rub the muscles below. It was a long time ago now. Remi said with a slightly shrug, the cord of their bond now tethered against Remi's mind which was suddenly quite hollow.

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