[se] as if maybe someone could hear

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

"Paper..flammable. Paint, very flammable. With holes to let oxygen in." This was all said as if the alchemist thought it a bad idea. But in the end, so what if they hung a potential inferno from a tree. It wasn't like they didn't have the ability to put it out, and as they'd both come to realize, it wasn't as if the lantern would ever live up to the life it was meant to represent.

"Sounds perfect."

So saying, the alchemist conjured for them some paper, things with which to fasten, some thin tree boughs for the frame perhaps (and because those were flammable as well). "You haven't conveniently brought some of your art supplies, have you?"

Remi

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