trained to get along

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

She threatened to kill Aoife. The alchemist thought in a shockingly toneless and grey sort of silent-voice. It was one of the early dents in his otherwise sunny and optimistic facade; Remi hadn’t thought himself capable of violence until his daughter had been threatened. Then everything had changed.

Nodding gently at Loren’s concern, the alchemist said little more. The Launceleyn could be concerned, but that didn’t change Remi’s perspective. He’d not go along with some plot, god driven or otherwise, against his instincts and nature.

As Loren lifted his head, the alchemist regarded the badger’s eyes with a silent sort of understanding. “I do not doubt it.” He replied, perhaps a touch vaguely. He disagreed, and though he’d made his disagreement known, he’d not press the issue. Loren was free to make his own decisions, just as the alchemist was.

Before he might have said more, a bookcase across the guild came crashing down. Glancing up with surprised but amused eyes, Remi grinned in the wake of the noise as several unhappy voices rang out. ”Ah.” He chuckled, giving the honey badger’s head a final scratch before rising from the floor. “I should deal with that.”

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