we can't make any promises now

Tilting his head softly to the side in a gesture all too bird-like, Remi watched with confused if not slightly hesitant eyes, his breath catching and remaining in his chest. Though he didn't recall it, he knew enough from what had long gone unsaid about he and Loren, to know that their relationship had indeed once progressed to being physical. Though Remi was far from the innocent soul he'd once been—not to mention the baring of forearms was hardly a call for concern—still something urged him to be careful. All of that disappeared though as the scars that silvered Loren's arms became apparent, and Remi hissed in a strained and empathetic sound. Instinctively the alchemist's hands released his own arms as if to touch the scars, though there was no healing in his fingertips. Remi's inability to physically touch other men had long since gone, leaving his urge to offer comfort often too close to the surface. Quickly noticing where his hands were going, his fingers curled inwards and he hummed a sound of acknowledgement, letting his hands fall to his sides. "If losing my memories has taught me one thing...it is that we are not who we were. This does not have to be you any longer, if you do not let it." Unconsciously as Remi re-crossed his arms, he trailed his finger tips against his side where deep and horrific looking scars obscured the topography of his skin. Scars from when he'd nearly killed a man for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Scars from a time he hadn't been able to control himself. "Oh I have, have I?" Remi returned with a raised brow. Where once any command by the Launceleyn was treated as near gospel, Caido had removed both literal and metaphorical cuffs from Remi's wrists leaving him free to disagree as he pleased. "You seem to be quite good at telling me what I think and what I can do." He added with a chuckle. "But I suppose if you have time to waste, be my guest. I am quite good at what I do though, even when I do not wish to do it." So saying the alchemist offered the librarian a sly shrug. Loren could be difficult all he liked. Remi was quite confident that in a battle between his mind and the Launceleyn's stubbornness, the alchemist would prove the victor. "Oh." Remi hummed softly as he raised a hand to his cheek, touching featherlight fingers there as his eyes lowered. A sad smile played on his lips as he shook his head. "The witch who did this was...well. I have yet to meet many stronger than she, save for the gods. The unicorns have tried to heal it but have not been able to." Not a no exactly. But a save your strength, to be sure. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences