Loren
You gotta go after the things you want
While you're still in your prime
"The Voice doesn't know everything. None of the gods do." Pausing, he added, "I'm asking you for some time to try this new cure. Please." Taking a deep breath, he turned to Nate. "I am sorry to hear about your brother." The Firebrand took a sip from his cup, veiling his expression so the other two men couldn't see it clearly.
Blinking at the doctor's outburst, Loren's lips parted slightly. "I just meant if it was full..." Voice trailing off, he glanced at the Arbiter.
Nodding at the request to bring the Ascended along to visit the goddess, the healer ran a hand through his hair. "If I can." Then he sagged a little. His eyes, which had dark circles under them, became downcast and the faint hint of color bled out of his cheeks.
"This is killing me, okay? I was sick too. So I know what Neron is going through. What Nate is going through. And to know that there is something I could do about it, and stopping myself from running to do it is tearing me up inside." The careful control he had over his emotions and himself shattered and the frustration, fear, and sorrow he'd been keeping a tight rein on bubbled up through the bond with his fellow Attuned. Turning away so the other men couldn't see the tears in his eyes, the Firebrand hugged one arm to his chest. "But I can't afford to let my judgment be clouded by emotion."
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time
And a waste of time
