you can't make old friends

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

Again, Remi wishes he could have met Lusea, but he's spent more than enough time wishing for things he can't have to drown in those thoughts now. "Not that she'd have been a victim of it from all accounts, but it sounds like she'd approve of you helping to keep hands off of women with less fire in them than her."

Not wanting to spend any more time here than necessary, if only because Remi's headache was starting to become a resounding quake inside of his skull, he offered the soon-to-be-Arbiter a half-assed wave of goodbye. "When the air clears, then."


~FIN

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.