[SEASONAL EVENT] When you try your best but you don't succeed

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun An almost wounded look crossed Remi's face as Sam began to make his request. The look of a man who had been beaten and bruised, but like a good and servile companion, would still agree to whatever it was Sam needed. Luckily the bookmaker let his request faded away. However as Sam moved to stand appearing shaky and weak, Remi bit the inside of his cheek with shocking force and closed his eyes. Hating Sam for what he'd done would be so easy, but Remi didn't hate. He never had and likely never would. The alchemist would always put others before himself, even those whose memories of kept him up at night and plagued his dreams with once upon a times and could have beens. "You need to drink. If only a little so that you can make it to the Voice." The alchemist said, his voice resigned and his eyes weary but sure. This would break him again he knew, but the hesitation he'd felt earlier had passed. He had an enormous capacity for suffering, he'd been forced to learn recently. It was deep enough to endure more, if only to strengthen Sam. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you