LOREN
It was probably for the best that Loren hadn’t heard their poetry, given that he might’ve been tempted to send something nasty after them. ”I’m sure.” As Phoebe spoke about young girls being the nastiest beings in existence, however, he fell silent. While he couldn’t exactly speak to her comment—having not spent a significant amount of time around any young girls besides his sisters Astra and Beatrix—he had a funny feeling that the family members that tortured him to make him stronger had a better claim to the title of monster than some petty young noblewomen. However, he wasn’t going to voice that to the healer.
”It depends on your definition of effective.” Had it hardened him? Yes. Had it taught him to survive no matter the cost? Definitely. Had it sharpened his wits? For sure. Had it ruined his ability to ever have a normal relationship with anyone? Well, the jury was still out on that one but he imagined the answer was probably yes as well. ”It was extreme, yes. Did your family ever go on regular trips to the woods?” It was probably an abrupt change of subject, but he didn’t like the dark memories that were bubbling to the surface.
”It depends on your definition of effective.” Had it hardened him? Yes. Had it taught him to survive no matter the cost? Definitely. Had it sharpened his wits? For sure. Had it ruined his ability to ever have a normal relationship with anyone? Well, the jury was still out on that one but he imagined the answer was probably yes as well. ”It was extreme, yes. Did your family ever go on regular trips to the woods?” It was probably an abrupt change of subject, but he didn’t like the dark memories that were bubbling to the surface.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
