Loren was too far gone to worry about Jigano’s feelings. Maybe one day the Launceleyn would feel bad about his actions here today. But not today, when the spectres of his family had come out of nowhere to torment him one last time, for seemingly no reason. He’d thought he’d escaped the ghosts of his past. But it seemed he’d never be free of the horrors they’d inflicted on him.
An indeterminate amount of time had passed before his eyes ran dry. Loren simply lay there for a while, curled in a ball, far too spent to continue on or go anywhere else. Strange as it might sound, though, he felt better, even after all that. In his half-lucid state, he had tried not to feel or think at all, and succeeded for the most part.
But none of his pain had gone away. It had just been eagerly waiting for his return, and it had chosen the absolute worst time to pounch.
Eventually he stirred, and wiped his tired and red eyes. The peace of the forest had been shattered, first by the puddle and then by the strange man. Finally, Loren himself had ruined the quiet beauty of this place; he couldn’t see the color or wonder in it anymore. Standing, he glanced around one last time, trying to recapture his earlier awe.
But it was gone, for now, maybe forever. So with a sigh, he turned to make the long walk back to the Hollowed Grounds. Even without the barrier, it seemed Loren was trapped there.
An indeterminate amount of time had passed before his eyes ran dry. Loren simply lay there for a while, curled in a ball, far too spent to continue on or go anywhere else. Strange as it might sound, though, he felt better, even after all that. In his half-lucid state, he had tried not to feel or think at all, and succeeded for the most part.
But none of his pain had gone away. It had just been eagerly waiting for his return, and it had chosen the absolute worst time to pounch.
Eventually he stirred, and wiped his tired and red eyes. The peace of the forest had been shattered, first by the puddle and then by the strange man. Finally, Loren himself had ruined the quiet beauty of this place; he couldn’t see the color or wonder in it anymore. Standing, he glanced around one last time, trying to recapture his earlier awe.
But it was gone, for now, maybe forever. So with a sigh, he turned to make the long walk back to the Hollowed Grounds. Even without the barrier, it seemed Loren was trapped there.
