LOREN
Loren knew about the bite, actually, so Phoebe’s words hardly came as a surprise. Still, even though everything was incredibly complicated between the summoner and the alchemist, he couldn’t imagine the other man would blame the healer for her actions. Especially because Ronin also had the blight, Remi of all people should be capable of forgiving the afflicted. ”And has he blamed you for that?” The summoner's question came out as gently as he was able to manage these days, which was not very. Still, he knew self-pity when he saw it—having engaged in it often enough himself—and he bet she’d just come up here to mope without actually bothering to talk to anyone. Unless, of course, his suspicions about the blight still coursing through her were correct.
Even the obvious distress and grief on her face and in her voice was not enough to move the Launceleyn, either his feet or his emotions. ”I’m sorry. You’re not scary. But the blight is. So while I want to believe you, I can’t trust that it’s not the blight trying to fool me.” If she really was on the mend, hopefully she’d understand. But the gods had Abandoned the Launceleyn, and he couldn't believe that their miracle cure would work so quickly.
Even the obvious distress and grief on her face and in her voice was not enough to move the Launceleyn, either his feet or his emotions. ”I’m sorry. You’re not scary. But the blight is. So while I want to believe you, I can’t trust that it’s not the blight trying to fool me.” If she really was on the mend, hopefully she’d understand. But the gods had Abandoned the Launceleyn, and he couldn't believe that their miracle cure would work so quickly.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
