LOREN
Although Loren hated to see the other man fidget as the Launceleyn continued speaking, it was important that Peter get the full explanation as to who the summoner’s family was and why the other man might not want to be a part of it. However, even though Loren had told this to many people, it never really got any easier. ”Because the oath would strike dead anyone who violated it, even children, the family knew they needed to do something to keep the children in line." Not happy. Not loved. Not comforted. In line. "So they tortured them. Tortured them and hoped that it would ensure obedience and compliance.” It had been an incredibly sick a twisted thing to do, and in the end it had all been for naught.
But there was more. ”And because they valued power as well, the kids had to be strong as well as follow the rules.” Which was why the summoner had been hurt, time and time again. He’d done everything he could to be obedient, but nothing had worked to make him strong. At least until now, when it was far too late. His eyes had grown haunted, and he wasn’t looking at Peter anymore, not really. No, Loren was trapped by the ghosts and scars of his past. "I was one of the weak ones."
But there was more. ”And because they valued power as well, the kids had to be strong as well as follow the rules.” Which was why the summoner had been hurt, time and time again. He’d done everything he could to be obedient, but nothing had worked to make him strong. At least until now, when it was far too late. His eyes had grown haunted, and he wasn’t looking at Peter anymore, not really. No, Loren was trapped by the ghosts and scars of his past. "I was one of the weak ones."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
