the house that built me

Remi snorted a touch at that, if only because cruelty is one of the charges the alchemist had accused the Sage of so many months ago when life was infinitely simpler for them both. "I suppose I think now that...if all that binds me to these friendships I purportedly hold is not being allowed to change in certain ways..then what is the point? If it's all conditional, I think I'd rather just be on my own." There was no rhythm in the alchemist's tapping, at least not one easily observed. It wasn't the beat of his heart, not the slow thrum of blood in his ears. It was the tap tap tap of thoughts in his mind better left locked away. Their insistent knocking on doors now forever closed. "The ones from my old life, yes. Those who would tell me that they know best what I should do, who demand I go back to the man I was." He thought of Sam and Loren in this. "Here is a fresh start, those who accept me as the man I am now, even if they don't like it, they aren't looking to fit me back into a mould they found easier to accept. " remi Too long till I drown in your hands