The white sheep of the family
Letting out a bitter and humorless laugh at Remi's comment, Loren shrugged. "Is it? Do I?" Lifting his head, his eyes sought out the alchemist's. "So that emptiness, that dullness you saw in me before. You think that's better for me? A better way to live?" The healer shook his head and lowered his chin to his knees. "Because I don't." It came out quietly, spoken more to himself than the other man.
"Of course I know that." It came out more as a snarl than actual words. And then Loren let his mental walls fall completely, shoved the venomous mix of self-loathing, of grief, of anger through the bond with Remi.
"Of course I know that." It came out more as a snarl than actual words. And then Loren let his mental walls fall completely, shoved the venomous mix of self-loathing, of grief, of anger through the bond with Remi.
Will blood tell
