LOREN
Given that they had absolutely no idea how the blight spread Loren wasn’t sure he trusted Phoebe’s supposition that she’d gotten it from the king, especially because the healer had been totally wrong about how it was transmitted before. Still, the summoner knew better than to comment on that. ”Trust me. Not knowing is always worse than knowing, regardless of what the answer is. Besides, if anyone can find it in their heart to forgive what you did, what any of the blighted did, it’s Remi.” If the Launceleyn could do it, then the alchemist, who was much kinder and much more open-hearted than Loren was.
Alright, Phoebe was being self-pitying to an absurd degree, so he was going to borrow a page from Remi’s book. Just because the summoner was bad at dealing with his own emotions, and those of the people closest to him didn’t mean he was totally hopeless when it came to the emotions of others. It helped that he’d been coaxed out of the dark place his mind went so often recently that he knew what worked and didn’t work. ”Phoebe. Look at me.” Whether or not she chose to do so, he made his voice as calm as certain and reassuring as he could manage. ”No one I have spoken to blames any of the blighted for what they did or said while they were sick. No one is mad at you. I promise. So please. Please don’t be mad at yourself.”
Alright, Phoebe was being self-pitying to an absurd degree, so he was going to borrow a page from Remi’s book. Just because the summoner was bad at dealing with his own emotions, and those of the people closest to him didn’t mean he was totally hopeless when it came to the emotions of others. It helped that he’d been coaxed out of the dark place his mind went so often recently that he knew what worked and didn’t work. ”Phoebe. Look at me.” Whether or not she chose to do so, he made his voice as calm as certain and reassuring as he could manage. ”No one I have spoken to blames any of the blighted for what they did or said while they were sick. No one is mad at you. I promise. So please. Please don’t be mad at yourself.”
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
