long black night, morning frost

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

"That just sounds naive, to me." Remi replies with a small shrug. "But if it brings him comfort, so be it. It doesn't matter to me." He adds. From his palm he plucks a feather, and he reaches down that he might softly stroke it across Flora's tiny knuckles.

Listening as an animal might, with an ear cocked in her direction, Remi's smile falters slightly as he tries to fix it in place. "He let a coup occur while you were pregnant. Let you fly over the mountains." The alchemist counters, still in that low lets-not-wake-the-twins voice. "I am not sure what capacity you want me to trust him in. He promised his allegiance and loyalty to Morgan, and then overthrew her. So insofar as the Greatwood is concerned, I have no reason to ever believe should he live here he would not do the same. He burned down Sunjata and Nate's buildings in Torchline all because you asked, and because he did not want to see you hurt. I admire that sort of violent loyalty as it is something I no doubt have in spades, but it is not a trust worthy quality."

A pretty lie she'd not receive, just flushed cheeks and an unwavering seaglass stare.

REMI