& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
It was hard to stop his jaw from clenching at that, the way Loren seemed to suggest that this was his fault. That Remi had asked for this somehow..He relaxed though as the summoner clarified, sort of. It didn't help particularly but nothing likely would. "Did not ask for what? The help from Frey, or the.." threesome. Clearing his throat, it was Remi's turn to stumble over his words.
Remi drew in a breath and shrugged uncomfortably. "You and she were getting along so well. She said how you stayed behind to help put the boys to bed and bake..?" The alchemist shook his head, curls bouncing slightly as he hummed a sigh. "She has had...a complicated time with men. I will be the first to say she gets attached too easily but...after the way you treated her, to end up in the arms of her lover and his.." Pulling a face, not knowing exactly what Sunjata and Lusea were, the alchemist shook his head wearily again.
Glancing at Loren, Remi did indeed feel bad for the summoner. His compassion was large enough to drown out his own rising tide of anguish and sadness. "You need to be able to love yourself before you can love others. Is that not the saying?" Remi looked down at the table, smiling sadly. "You have said to me a number of times that you want to figure out who you are. That you want to put yourself first. " Shrugging, the alchemist merely offered the summoner a soft green gaze as if to say, this is what happens when you do that.
Remi drew in a breath and shrugged uncomfortably. "You and she were getting along so well. She said how you stayed behind to help put the boys to bed and bake..?" The alchemist shook his head, curls bouncing slightly as he hummed a sigh. "She has had...a complicated time with men. I will be the first to say she gets attached too easily but...after the way you treated her, to end up in the arms of her lover and his.." Pulling a face, not knowing exactly what Sunjata and Lusea were, the alchemist shook his head wearily again.
Glancing at Loren, Remi did indeed feel bad for the summoner. His compassion was large enough to drown out his own rising tide of anguish and sadness. "You need to be able to love yourself before you can love others. Is that not the saying?" Remi looked down at the table, smiling sadly. "You have said to me a number of times that you want to figure out who you are. That you want to put yourself first. " Shrugging, the alchemist merely offered the summoner a soft green gaze as if to say, this is what happens when you do that.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
