The white sheep of the family
Astra headbutted Remi gently in acknowledgement before trotting after Loren. For hiss part, his steps faltered. Then they resumed. However, he only got a short distance before he finally stopped. Sighing, he finished the latest flask, tucking it into his pocket.
Finally, he turned and marched right back up to the alchemist. "Well alright then." There was almost an eager gleam in the healer's eyes.
He spread his arms, part challenging, part helplessness. "What would you like to see from me? Huh? How would you like me to take accountability for my actions?" His arms dropped to his sides as his hands clenched into fists. "Tell me. What am I supposed to fucking do?"
Finally, he turned and marched right back up to the alchemist. "Well alright then." There was almost an eager gleam in the healer's eyes.
He spread his arms, part challenging, part helplessness. "What would you like to see from me? Huh? How would you like me to take accountability for my actions?" His arms dropped to his sides as his hands clenched into fists. "Tell me. What am I supposed to fucking do?"
Will blood tell
