The white sheep of the family
Loren flinched at the alchemist’s accusation. ”I’m sorry you had to do that. But I wasn’t going to risk my life, or others, for a body. Maybe that makes me a bad person. If so, I’m sorry, Remi.” This time, the summoner’s voice came out a little firmer. At the comment about getting drunk, the Launceleyn’s eyes tightened. ”That was a mistake. I was feeling...it doesn’t matter.” Shaking his head, he turned to go.
When he was only a few paces away, though, the alchemist’s continued accusations stopped him in his tracks. Keeping his back to Remi, the Launceleyn’s words came out haltingly. ”I stayed at the Temple because I didn’t want to leave them with just Wessex for protection, and because you implied I’d be more of a liability than an asset at the Guild.” He took a deep shuddering breath. ”And you said it was my choice. I am sorry, though, that I didn’t tell you about my decision.” He stood there silently, waiting. ”Anything else?”
When he was only a few paces away, though, the alchemist’s continued accusations stopped him in his tracks. Keeping his back to Remi, the Launceleyn’s words came out haltingly. ”I stayed at the Temple because I didn’t want to leave them with just Wessex for protection, and because you implied I’d be more of a liability than an asset at the Guild.” He took a deep shuddering breath. ”And you said it was my choice. I am sorry, though, that I didn’t tell you about my decision.” He stood there silently, waiting. ”Anything else?”
Will blood tell
