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REMI

& now I'm all alone in the dark of night

"What else is there, in the face of death?" Only the alchemist wasn't waxing poetic; Remi was being brutally honest. He'd taken lives and had done so under the curtain of illusion and it had made him feel sick. Knowing about death didn't need to be terrifying, but being lied to about it certainly was.

The alchemist raised a brow slightly at that, before shrugging with an entirely willful expression on his face. "I did quite enjoy the destructive aspects. It was...cleansing, in its own way." Like scrubbing a wound that was beginning to fester. It hurt and looked like violence, but what emerged was cleaner. More ready to heal.

"There is only one around me I care about." Remi remarked solemnly. "And he and I...there will never be any regrets."

The moon is shining but I can't see the light