LOREN
Loren gave Rexanna a puzzled look. ”What room?” No one had ever mentioned a room that could let Ascended feel normally, at least not to the Launceleyn. Then again, that was hardly surprising given that he’d only just gotten back, and had other concerns on his mind. The sheer amount of information he’d gathered was still proving inadequate, and it didn’t help that every question he asked was like pulling teeth. Hopefully he’d catch up eventually. But probably not, given how distrustful everyone seemed to be of him (rightfully so) and how busy they all were on things far more important than educating a woefully ignorant man.When she mentioned that she was fast—but apparently not jaw-droppingly so—the summoner felt a bit of relief. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, he did. But anything that moved that inhumanly fast, especially a predator that drank his blood, would give him pause, no matter how benevolent it was. ”We should test it some time.” Realizing that he’d gone into that weird analytical space he occasionally slipped into where he forgot to consider other people’s emotions, he flashed her a guilty look. ”Uh, assuming you’re okay with that, of course.” Remi’s words about how the Launceleyn came across as cold and unfeeling echoed in his ears. It was more true that he knew and he couldn't seem to break the habit.
As Rexanna spoke, Loren remained mostly silent. Still, her words confirmed what he’d suspected: The Voice wasn’t this evil creature out to destroy the world. If anything, her actions in lashing out (if she’d even actually lashed out), were completely understandable, if not entirely justified. He too knew a little about being trapped. ”For what it’s worth, I didn’t believe what people were saying about her. I told them they were afraid and ignorant, and that it was blinding them to the fact that all they had were guesses and conjecture, but...I am not exactly in a position to change anyone’s mind about anything.” Not even himself, let alone The Voice.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
