trained to get along

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

The alchemist allowed his whatever-friend to bask in the darkened silence for as long as he needed. As he receded down into the murky depths of his memory, Remi tried to be as like a candle as he could; a warmth and a light that the summoner could turn back to, as soon as he was ready. Still, he stayed at a distance. Loren had kept him there long enough that it simply seemed his place, perhaps even more so now that the summoner had someone in his life. Still, Remi waited at the threshold of the Launceleyn's mind. Do you honestly believe she would do that to Jace or Bea? Remi asked, without judgement or skepticism. Once the alchemist had been quite certain that Zariah wouldn't harm children; hers or anyone else's. But of course she'd broken that by threatening Aoife.

Sighing vaguely at the smaller creature, the alchemist nodded with a crooked and sad smile. Yes...but plenty of painful things are necessary. And pain..well. It is not always something to be avoided. He said, shrugging lightly. Conjuring a feather into his hands, Remi twirled it anxiously back and forth as he merely shook his head. You say that as if there has been some meeting between all of us...there has not. I am sure we will just...take things as they come. Though from what I have heard, we are allowed in. And if the ascended can open another portal then so much the better. But ... the conflict seems to be an entirely Launceleyn matter. Remi added, almost a touch warily.

Feeling the darkish thrust of Loren's hostility, Remi raised his eyes. Feathers sprouted in his hair and yet his sea-glass gaze remained calm and gentle. No, I did not. But nor should that necessarily stop you from trying to do the right thing. Besides, it is not as if you are the first person she has threatened, and from what I have seen, no one has yet died. Pausing, the alchemist smirked down at his own hands. I very much doubt she could kill you anyways.

Nodding as Loren continued, Remi's lips twisted thoughtfully. I do not doubt it hurt. But...that does not always mean you can act on it. Indeed, just because Loren was upset didn't immediately imply there was anything at all he could or should do about it.

To the summoner's final comment, the alchemist said nothing. Though his fingers continued to work absently across the honey badger's back, his eyes drifted towards the ceiling as he fought against the slow pull of his own latent wounds, the bite of Loren's decision to try and take the easy route through heartache still fresh.

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