less than I do

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

but maybe that's a good thing

"To refrain from saying you will pump me full of anything." Remi clarified, half-joking but half quite serious. The waters were murky enough between them without any verbal pot-stirring on either of their parts.

"Well.." Letting his hands rise and fall with the sigh that burst from his lips, Remi just shrugged. "If you do not think it will help, then I would rather not. Like you said, you are here to heal me should things go really wrong." Remi hadn't pushed against the upper limits of his magical endurance, but nor had he attempted anything like this before. For a moment the alchemist paused, seeing in his mind Loren magically hovering his unconscious body to Ronin, and imagining the look on the hunter's face. It was nearly enough for Remi to call this entire thing off.

Nearly.

"Don't fuck it up." He repeated, smoothing out his accent as if to mirror Loren's, before turning to the wagon. Closing his eyes the alchemist straightened his back and took a deep breath and let the magic flow.

Seconds would pass and then minutes. Remi's head began to pound though he ignored it. His expression would be gently troubled with concentration, eyebrows and lips flickering slightly as if with silent emotion, before a trickle of blood dripped from his nose. Still he kept his eyes closed, and still he worked.

Remi

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