The white sheep of the family
The question caused the summoner to pause for a long moment. When he finally did speak, his tone was sad, but firm. ”No. I would not have retrieved your and Ronin’s bodies.” When Remi brought up Abasi, though, Loren’s jaw tightened, the muscles on his cheek whitening from the force. ”That’s uncalled for.” The hurt was obvious in his voice and his voice, but he made no move to defend himself.
Blinking away the tears (not that the alchemist could see them) the Launceleyn struggled to keep the sobs from choking his voice. ”You argued passionately that I was wrong. Besides, my magic didn’t drive the monsters away, so you were more right than I was in the end. And Cera was dead when I got there.” He bowed his head, even as his shoulders crept upwards. ”I’m sorry.” It came out in the softest of whispers once more.
As the other man said he was leaving, Loren finally looked over his shoulder. ”What do you mean, you’re leaving?” His voice came out defeatedly, and he stared at Remi with tired eyes.
Blinking away the tears (not that the alchemist could see them) the Launceleyn struggled to keep the sobs from choking his voice. ”You argued passionately that I was wrong. Besides, my magic didn’t drive the monsters away, so you were more right than I was in the end. And Cera was dead when I got there.” He bowed his head, even as his shoulders crept upwards. ”I’m sorry.” It came out in the softest of whispers once more.
As the other man said he was leaving, Loren finally looked over his shoulder. ”What do you mean, you’re leaving?” His voice came out defeatedly, and he stared at Remi with tired eyes.
Will blood tell
