this ain't for the best

& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

Remi raised a brow slightly. "How else do you think I knew? But yes. He mentioned it within about a minute or so of having met me." Not that the alchemist would have expected his name to come up in the early days of pillow talk, but there was still something rather arresting about how cavalierly Abasi had mentioned it without knowing who or what Remi had been to Loren. "He seemed quite smitten with you." The alchemist agreed with a small smile.

His too disappeared though as he gave the summoner a hollow sort of look. There was so much he might have said in response, ways in which he was right and Loren was wrong, but what was the point of it? He couldn't simply argue Loren into being a better man, just as the summoner couldn't argue the alchemist into accepting him as he was. Neither of them seemed to know how to be friends with one another, not without constant criticism.

Without necessarily thinking of it, Remi's fingers had begun tracing the wagon on the cover of the book. "We will not be here for much longer. As soon as the wagon is built, I think..." Trailing off, Remi looked slightly towards the ceiling with a sigh. "...I do not think we will be back, for a while."