Love mends even the broken parts
At the tone in the Frey’s voice, Loren flinched. For a long moment, he was silent. Then he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. ”I’m sorry.” His hands opened and closed helplessly, and he forced himself to still. Even then, an anxious finger tapped a beat against his thigh. "I...am worried about the future." Considering his voice came out almost completely filled with doubt and fear, worry was probably an understatement.
Opening his eyes, he gazed up at the god from his kneeling position. "I know that I will have to face my family. More of them than I expected, even." Biting his lip, he took another deep breath. "And I don't know that I'm ready for that. Or capable of coming through that and protecting myself and others from them. If I have to." The summoner looked away, expression nervous as he awaited Frey's judgment.
Opening his eyes, he gazed up at the god from his kneeling position. "I know that I will have to face my family. More of them than I expected, even." Biting his lip, he took another deep breath. "And I don't know that I'm ready for that. Or capable of coming through that and protecting myself and others from them. If I have to." The summoner looked away, expression nervous as he awaited Frey's judgment.
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