never claimed to be a saint

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

"Never." Remi replies instantly, though he feels a prick of guilt in the back of his mind. Things would be easier without Seren, if only because that would mean that Safrin had never slept with Ronin. Had never forged that unbreakable bond. Extending his hand to her, though making sure his magic didn't reveal his emotions to her, the alchemist can only smile at Seren, and softly squeeze her fingers if they're offered. "You are very loved. The things that brought you about...what happened before you were born..none of that changes anything."

Pulling in an obnoxiously long and loud breath, Remi just gives Seren as blank of a stare as he can imagine. "Much as I would like to, your father has very much been looking forward to it." He says with a laugh. Oh, and seeing as I recently got someone pregnant by accident, I am not the best candidate.

"It is that, yes." The alchemist agrees, still chuckling. Seren didn't need to know that, had Ludo not interfered, Remi would likely have driven himself insane and stayed in a coma for the rest of his life. One dream-son was worth having their demigod functioning, apparently.

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!