we can't make any promises now

In response, Remi merely laughed warmly. "It is true. I very nearly did give in. Only..." Tugging in a breath and giving Loren an uncomfortable look, the alchemist's grin grew crooked as he shook his head. "That would have required me to touch it, and...knowing what it is and whose it was..." Remi made a show of gulping exaggeratedly, before snorting. Touching one of Edy's dildos was a hard no. It was strange to hear his voice said with such familiarity, and not for the first time (and certainly not the last), he read the lines of Loren's face as if held somewhere therein would be a spark of memory. Something to link the man before him, to a bit of the past he could remember. Nothing came of course, but still the alchemist looked and searched. "I wouldn't quite call being cursed numerous times miraculous." Remi replied, finally looking away and up into the sky, his voice suddenly quite sombre. While he knew it to be true, that without the loss of his memories many things would have turned out differently, still he couldn't help but long for the pieces of himself that lingered like inevitable ghosts. For a moment the alchemist remained silent, and considered. The slow spiral of the conversation was again looping in on itself. That Loren hadn't left suggested perhaps there was more to say, or more that he wanted. Remi was fairly sure though that despite the small steps forward, there was a marathon left to go before any real progress was made. Only...he thought that even if Loren did know what it was he wanted, he'd not actually articulate to the alchemist, leaving Remi torn between doing what presumably Loren wanted, but didn't need, and what he needed, but didn't want. "Loren." The alchemist implored, his voice soft. "Look at me." REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences