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But the Launceleyn wouldn't be. The alchemist tried not to make it awkwardly or overly obvious, choosing to glance away slightly as Loren reached out as if he hadn't seen, fingers wrapped tightly around his cup. Remi wasn't sure if he'd feel something or nothing at all should the Launceleyn touch him, and he didn't want to find out. So, as in the days of old, the alchemist as politely as he could simply shied away from the contact. But I was happy with who I was Remi wanted to say, but didn't; opting to shrug and nod in response. "Ah, you had mentioned their reactions when she returned. I did not know that she took them. I suppose that makes sense." And honestly, Loren probably had told him. "Sorry. My memory is not always reliable." The alchemist chuckled. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space