For never to return

REMI

"Whatever makes you say that?" Remi asked sweetly. "Are people only honest with you when they have a problem with you?" The tone dropped and he merely gave the midwife a blank stare. It was possible he was verging into the sort of behaviour he'd once so condemned Loren for (that is, cruelly saying what was on his mind). He found her didn't care. "There's no problem Phoebe but I just don't have it in me for the bullshit anymore. The reason you aren't liked here has nothing to do with being an Outlander."

The alchemist didn't roll his eyes, frown, wince, or react at all to Phoebe's display of...what? Anger? Toughness? Resilience? Stupidity? Instead, he merely threw another rock into the pool. "I don't hate you Phoebe, but I have nothing left for you. My world consists now of a wagon and Ronin and of one of those things, I could hardly give a fuck. The other I will have until the day I die, though neither of us cares when that will be. So no, it isn't safer with us. It isn't more pragmatic. It's you clinging to something that isn't there anymore. I'm not your brother, because I'm not at all the man I used to be, and despite the demands of some, I won't ever be again. Call me another name if it makes it easier for you."

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