We Call It History

Loren

You gotta go after the things you want
While you're still in your prime

Picking the cup back up, Loren bit his lip. "I don't need you to beg. Believe me, I trust you both." Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight, squaring his shoulders. "But I don't trust the Voice to be completely honest about this or about her intentions. It wouldn't be the first time any of the gods had misled us or straight up lied." He met Nate and Sunjata's gaze in turn.

Eyes narrowing, the healer took a sip from his tea. However, his grip on the cup had grown tight, fingers white-knuckled with tension. "I will make sure my brother is safe. No matter what it takes." Pressing his lips together, he shook his head. "But we haven't exhausted our other options yet."

Looking at the Arbiter, the Firebrand nodded. "You and Nate can stay at the Kraai. Take my room if there's nothing else available. We've got people keeping an eye on it, since Neron is staying there as well."

As he tapped a finger against the rim of his cup, Astra came up to his side and pressed against his leg. "And if it comes to it, Neron can take me to the Voice." He sighed and reached down with one hand to stroke his companion.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time