LOREN
If Phoebe hadn’t noticed by now, Loren lacked the sense of humor he’d possessed in their previous encounter. ”Ah. I see. And yes I heard about the class and was planning to go.” He meant that too: despite everything else on his plate, he would find the time for that. Somehow. Then again, it wasn’t like he had anyone or anything to fill his nights anymore. Of course, the development in his healing magic probably meant he didn’t actually need classes. Again, though, he’d told Phoebe that he didn’t have endless energy. And he could at least teach other people.
Because he couldn’t be everywhere, and he couldn’t fix everything. Couldn’t fix most things, if he was being honest.
As the healer frowned, and excused herself, the summoner realized he’d been acting horribly to her since he saw her. ”No, I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t...it’s just been a rough time.” Knowing she’d probably ask why, he held up a hand to forestall whatever response she was about to come up with. ”There’s nothing that can help me except time.” He didn't want her to feel bad for his own unhappiness, or feel responsible for saving or fixing him.
After all, there were some wounds that couldn’t be healed by either of them, no matter how skilled they were.
Because he couldn’t be everywhere, and he couldn’t fix everything. Couldn’t fix most things, if he was being honest.
As the healer frowned, and excused herself, the summoner realized he’d been acting horribly to her since he saw her. ”No, I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t...it’s just been a rough time.” Knowing she’d probably ask why, he held up a hand to forestall whatever response she was about to come up with. ”There’s nothing that can help me except time.” He didn't want her to feel bad for his own unhappiness, or feel responsible for saving or fixing him.
After all, there were some wounds that couldn’t be healed by either of them, no matter how skilled they were.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
