[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 If Remi knew that Sam had hoped for a grand gesture on the alchemist's part, he might finally have caved. Might have crumpled to his knees with a woeful declaration that whatever it was Sam needed, Remi could not be it. He could not always be the one who was strong, could not be the one who did the right things, could not be the hero from the tales the bookmaker read. He was just Remi; broken, boyish, flawed and, as it was becoming ever clearer, not the one. Not the one who could fix this. Not the one worth loving. Not the one worth remembering and staying for. Just...not the one. Then it occurred to Remi that he'd never actually said the words out loud. Only in a dream and not even in that far away place that Ludo had taken from him had he ever said, "—I did love you—" out loud. And just as he thought, as he'd always known, it was the last bit of weight that he could bear. Those three little words separated by that one little past-tense word. Did. And now we are strangers who loved each other at different times but don't remember it. In the other room Aoife began to wake and stir and the sound of her immediately pulled at Remi's attention. Nodding to the stranger with his hand on the door and with the shards of Remi's heart beneath his feet, the alchemist went to care for the star-eyed girl. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you