LOREN
”I shudder to think what those girls would say about the farmhouse where I used to live.” Somehow Loren thought they’d call it something other than quaint. Then again, he imagined it was less to do with what they said than how they said it: cruelly, intending to cut deeper than any physical wound could. He knew a little bit about the games nobles played, especially with those beneath them.
And he’d been made entirely aware of how complicit he’d been in those systems of oppression. While he wasn’t a noble any longer, he knew he had a lot of work to do to make up for how he’d hurt others, both intentionally and unintentionally. More than one lifetime, probably.
Her question caught him off guard, though it probably shouldn’t have. Sighing, he decided to give her an honest answer; if she was horrified, well, it might scare her away. He was still terrified that he might succumb to the madness that seemed to claim his kin and his blood at some point or another. ”To make me stronger.” Well, it was a little bit more than that, but that’s what it boiled down to.
And he’d been made entirely aware of how complicit he’d been in those systems of oppression. While he wasn’t a noble any longer, he knew he had a lot of work to do to make up for how he’d hurt others, both intentionally and unintentionally. More than one lifetime, probably.
Her question caught him off guard, though it probably shouldn’t have. Sighing, he decided to give her an honest answer; if she was horrified, well, it might scare her away. He was still terrified that he might succumb to the madness that seemed to claim his kin and his blood at some point or another. ”To make me stronger.” Well, it was a little bit more than that, but that’s what it boiled down to.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
