[SE] on the nature of seeds

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

'Well, if you had ever met Cian, you would know that he didn't know how to speak to people either." Remi half-sings, feeling not one bit bad about making a mockery of the dead. "We all have to do things we do not like to do, though. But hopefully Ever finds a job where that isn't asked of him all that often."

Finding his son's arms suddenly around his waist, Remi pitches forward to wrap Mateo up in a tight hug that's as adoring as it is sweaty and warm. "Anch'io." Remi agrees with a sigh. "But, if they do ask him, and if he does have to say yes, we will all find a way to make it work." Whether this was said strictly for Mateo's benefit or whether the alchemist needed to hear the words himself hardly mattered.

Releasing Mateo only to see his son looking flushed, Remi frowns. "Naturalmente. Do you want to walk, or shall we fly?"

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