The white sheep of the family
Loren let out a huff of laughter. "Yeah, well I apologized and you told me not to bother." Spreading his arms once more, his eyes bored into Remi's. "But if you changed your mind about that, I'm sorry. I would make it up to you, if I could." Despite the cold anger in the words, the healer was speaking the truth.
However, his eyes narrowed. "Yes, well, I tried to put distance between us and that just hurt you too. So again, I ask, what was I supposed to do?" He smirked at the alchemist. "It's easy to sit in judgment. Hard to actually have the answers. Take it from someone who knows that, intimately."
Expression darkening, the Launceleyn reached out to poke an accusatory finger into the other man's chest. "That version of me. The one with good in him." Leaning forward, the Launceleyn dropped his voice to a real whisper. "He never existed."
However, his eyes narrowed. "Yes, well, I tried to put distance between us and that just hurt you too. So again, I ask, what was I supposed to do?" He smirked at the alchemist. "It's easy to sit in judgment. Hard to actually have the answers. Take it from someone who knows that, intimately."
Expression darkening, the Launceleyn reached out to poke an accusatory finger into the other man's chest. "That version of me. The one with good in him." Leaning forward, the Launceleyn dropped his voice to a real whisper. "He never existed."
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