[Mini Event] we ain't ever getting older

REMI

Karma delt a heavy hand
All too real, like a pill I can't swallow

The note had allegedly come from Maea, which struck Remi as both in poor taste and exceedingly strange. It was for that reason he went to the celebration on the beach. With everything happening in his life as of late he wasn't particularly in the mood for a party; he thought Sunjata would understand his absence (if he even noticed at all).

But an invitation from Maea?

If that was some sort of joke—or nudge at what had happened out onto the waters—Remi would have preferred it be said to his face.

Arriving without a gift (the alchemist very much over empty or token gestures these days), it didn't take long before his eyes fell upon Loren. He hardly noticed Weaver at the healer's side, and instantly he felt his jaw clench and his cheeks grow hot. Images of blood pouring from Loren's throat, of Sam blabbering on about how happy he was with the summoner all, filled Remi's mind. Turning abruptly on his heel, hands balled into fists with claws that quickly began to pierce his palms, Remi stormed silently back into the darkness towards the lighthouse, trying not to choke on murderous intent; thoughts of Maea entirely swallowed now, just as she had been by the sea.

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Remi arrives and promptly leaves.

Before I didn't understand
but now I know how it feels to be hollow

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!