a line at the edge

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun The days had all but bled together. Only Aoife kept any sort of routine, and it was with the rising and setting of the small child that the alchemist maintained his day. He was nothing now, nothing save her caregiving and caretaker. That was all he was capable of right now, though some might disagree that he was even fit for this. Sam for example, had come and gone and he had...memories. He'd taken all of our memories. But if he'd only just— —no. Remi schooled himself with an exhausted sigh. No, there was simply no point. The alchemist had no fight left in him anyways. And was there any point in trying to tell someone that you were worth loving? That you were worth the effort? If you had to make that argument, wasn't it all already over? Hearing the knock on the door Remi had to quell the painful spark of hope he felt that it might be the bookmaker. It wouldn't be Vai—she'd just let herself in—but the point was that it wouldn't be Sam. Trying not to sigh and lean heavily into the deep wellspring of despair that lovingly threatened to drown him in depression, Remi rose and went to the door. He could hear a voice calling his name, one he recognized instantly but it sounded so much smaller than he was used to hearing it. That wasn't a surprise though. He wasn't the only one broken and bleeding in the wake of what had happened. With a smile on his lips that hurt his heart, he gazed down at the blue-eyed wolf of a woman before him. They were like siblings in this weird family which had been assembled, which made seeing her all the easier. At least he wouldn't have to pretend. "Hey." Remi said softly, warmly, despite the emptiness he felt. "Aoife is just in the other room. Come in—" When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you