A line in the sand [reprise]

REMI Remi raised a brow at the ex-captain, his green eyes trained deliberately on Ronin's blue despite how they wanted to wander lower. His peripheral vision revealed enough that the alchemist knew if he did let himself look, even just for a moment, he'd not be able to tug his stare up easily. "Well if we are going on looks alone I would say that you are not happy to see me either." Remi quipped back easily, again having to resist the desire to let his eyes drop emphatically. Remi pulled in a breath through his nose as Ronin sat dripping at his side like some waterlogged golden retriever. Cringing as his friend sat down, Remi exhaled and shook his head. "I could have at least made you a towel, you know. To sit on if nothing else." With permission to do so, Remi's eyes did lower, though not to where he'd initially banned them from. Instead, he looked at the lack of scarring that should have been present, the body which was indeed whole instead of torn to bits and shredded from shrapnel. "Yeah, a lot of good it has done you." The alchemist replied with a shrug, the acknowledgment of the captain's death somehow not bothering him much.