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

What Remi could feel struck him as strange. That Loren would have such faith in him despite how little he'd seen the alchemist work magically-speaking made Remi think that the Launceleyn's faith was shockingly misplaced. Smiling weakly back, Remi began.

Remi's eyes began to clench slightly as beads of sweat began to appear on his brow. His chin tilted ever so slightly as his lips moved, making him look for all the world as if he were engaging in a silent argument. Soon his eyelids began to flutter though did not open, and his hands moved from his lap to the ground, fingers digging into the soil as if to secure himself there.

For its part, the wagon didn't move at all.

Seconds, decades, whatever amount of time later, Remi gave a shuttering gasp, pulling in air as if he hadn't breathed in a lifetime. Panting, he raised a dirt-stained hand to his chest as he fought to catch his breath.

Remi

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