Dead men walking

”Oh.” It seemed a totally inadequate response to such a monumental mistake on Loren’s part. Then again, that seemed to be his specialty these days. ”Right.” It was true that Ronin seemed different, and not just because of the blight. Or maybe it was all the blight and the Launceleyn just didn’t remember his old friend and now stranger as well as the summoner thought he did. There didn’t seem to be much to say in that moment, so Loren just took another sip of his drink, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. Not having considered what the time away might’ve done to his tolerance, he was already feeling a bit buzzed. ”Well...I’m an idiot.” The chagrin in his voice was clear. If Loren could hear the other man’s thoughts, the Launceleyn would’ve responded You’d have to beat me to it, because if I hurt him again, I’d kill myself. The last thing he wanted was to cause any more strife to Remi. As the summoner listened to how the alchemist was doing, it was all the librarian could do to keep his gaze steady. He opened his mouth to ask who Aoife was, remembered Ronin mentioning his daughter, put two and two together, then closed it again. Opened it once more to try to offer sympathy, before Loren realized there was nothing he could say to make it better, and shut it again with a snap. Then, he just sighed. ”I’m glad you two found one another. Despite...everything.” Everything they’d been through, and everything Loren had done. LOREN Not quite an open book