LOREN
Loren nodded at Neron's explanation, though the healer's expression had grown a little sad. "I suppose in this case I'm happy with the result even if I wish you hadn't had to go through that." The sympathetic tone was only matched by his awkward posture.
Shrugging, he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not so sure about that, but let's not test it." Grinning a bit ruefully, he gave the Warden an otherwise content look. "Only took the completely unexpected, right?" Letting out a huff of laughter, the younger twin shook his head a little.
As his older brother asked if Loren had been telling the truth, his expression grew more serious. "Of course I did." He spread his arms a bit helplessly. "You were the perfect Launceleyn. And my brother. How could I not?"
Shrugging, he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not so sure about that, but let's not test it." Grinning a bit ruefully, he gave the Warden an otherwise content look. "Only took the completely unexpected, right?" Letting out a huff of laughter, the younger twin shook his head a little.
As his older brother asked if Loren had been telling the truth, his expression grew more serious. "Of course I did." He spread his arms a bit helplessly. "You were the perfect Launceleyn. And my brother. How could I not?"
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
