The white sheep of the family
At the other man’s words Loren tensed and met the alchemist’s gaze. ”I’m sorry. I didn’t...I didn’t laugh at Cera.” The summoner’s voice continued to come out softly, but there was an undertone of sadness and contrition to it now. ”Or if I did that was unacceptable. But I...I didn’t throw his body out in the snow. Sunjata did. And there were monsters already there, taunting us about how we were all about to die, and I had others I needed to protect.”
Squeezing his eyes shut at the remembered fear, he felt his breath coming more quickly. ”I couldn’t risk the living for the sake of Cera’ body. But...I am truly sorry for his loss.” When he finally opened his eyes, they were haunted. He quickly looked away again.
For a long moment, he stood there, hovering over Remi, before sighing. ”I’ll leave you alone.” Turning away, the Launceleyn glanced back one last time. ”Goodbye, Remi.” With that, Loren walked to his desk. It was in sight of the other man’s, so the summoner started to quietly gather his things.
Squeezing his eyes shut at the remembered fear, he felt his breath coming more quickly. ”I couldn’t risk the living for the sake of Cera’ body. But...I am truly sorry for his loss.” When he finally opened his eyes, they were haunted. He quickly looked away again.
For a long moment, he stood there, hovering over Remi, before sighing. ”I’ll leave you alone.” Turning away, the Launceleyn glanced back one last time. ”Goodbye, Remi.” With that, Loren walked to his desk. It was in sight of the other man’s, so the summoner started to quietly gather his things.
Will blood tell
