LOREN
”Well I don’t think that answers that at all.” It was weird to have a conversation with Phoebe that was coherent, since Loren had been expecting nothing more than a raving lunatic. Still, if he could reassure her, even through the blight, he would feel better about leaving her. ”Ronin is sick too, Phoebe. And Remi...he’s been busy. And stressed. And I’ll bet he wants to spend as much time with his husband as he can. If you really are better, and you really do care about him, then go seek him out. Don’t wait for him to find you.” It was something that the Launceleyn hadn’t ever learned to do. Then again, he was still half-avoiding the alchemist.
At the healer’s words, the summoner fidgeted. Half of him wanted to flee, while the other half was desperate to trust her seemingly sane explanation that all their hard work had finally paid off. So he decided to split the difference: he wouldn’t approach her, but he’d remain here and observe and make his own judgments. ”What do you mean, the rage is focused on you but not others?” Every little bit of information helped, especially if this was simply another stage of the blight, as that comment led him to believe and not an actual cure. He wasn’t going to bother answering her martyred comment, because it was the blight’s fault not hers and he knew she was being ridiculous and would come to her senses soon enough.
At the healer’s words, the summoner fidgeted. Half of him wanted to flee, while the other half was desperate to trust her seemingly sane explanation that all their hard work had finally paid off. So he decided to split the difference: he wouldn’t approach her, but he’d remain here and observe and make his own judgments. ”What do you mean, the rage is focused on you but not others?” Every little bit of information helped, especially if this was simply another stage of the blight, as that comment led him to believe and not an actual cure. He wasn’t going to bother answering her martyred comment, because it was the blight’s fault not hers and he knew she was being ridiculous and would come to her senses soon enough.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
