The white sheep of the family
At Remi's words, Loren let out a huff of laughter. "Yup. You're right. I'm a habitual complainer who will never be content with his lot in life." He pointed a finger at the alchemist. "Never mind that I had that period of happiness you're talking about and lost it. Nothing could possibly compare to the trials and tribulations you've been through, though, so why bother?" The healer's voice wasn't even bitter, just slightly mocking.
Taking a long pull from his flask, he crossed his arms. Raising his eyebrows at the other man's warning to Astra (who actually nodded as if she could understand it), the Launceleyn smirked. "Why Remi, it almost sounds like you care." Sarcasm dripped off the last word.
Taking a long pull from his flask, he crossed his arms. Raising his eyebrows at the other man's warning to Astra (who actually nodded as if she could understand it), the Launceleyn smirked. "Why Remi, it almost sounds like you care." Sarcasm dripped off the last word.
Will blood tell
