Bring me that Horizon

i've been the prince, i've been the pauper, been the star and played the fool

The alchemist was there for an entirely different purpose. To build a grave. So it was he hardly noticed the roll of the surf on the sands or the relentless sun above. Then again, he'd been in Torchline long enough that the luxury of the paradise he found himself in had entirely worn off. His body was bronzed and his feet accustomed now to walking in the sand without shoes, though it was all hard to appreciate given how unceremoniously he and Ronin had been deposited on precisely this beach, with the body of their dead daughter swaddled next to them.

The alchemist's movements spoke of what a labour this truly was; for all his strength and near god-like magical abilities, still, he could think of no harder a task than this.

Trudging back from the docks where, had Maea been looking, she might have seen Ludo wrapped about Remi like a scarf, the alchemist walked passed Maea with hardly more than a glance. "You'll burn if you stand there like that." He mumbled, voice low and gruff, not at all the boyish and joyful sound it had once been. "The ocean makes you burn twice as fast." Reflected light and all that.

been the winner and the loser, in between them, too