LOREN
In the face of Zariah’s annoyance and words, Loren fell silent. And he stayed quiet for a long while as she finished speaking. When he finally did speak, his voice was quiet. ”Did it work?” His eyes searched her features for something, he honestly couldn’t say what.
As she continued on, however, he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair before dismissing the water with a flick of his wrist. It settled into the fields gently. "Is there an immediate threat?" Tone genuinely curious, he tilted his head to stare at her. "In this upcoming war, whose side are you on? And have you asked your family what they wanted?"
Hands clenching into fists for a brief moment, he forced himself to relax. "I know you want what you think is best for the family. To protect them. I do too." He really, truly meant that. However, his eyes grew haunted. "But surviving isn't living." He bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something else he would regret.
As she continued on, however, he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair before dismissing the water with a flick of his wrist. It settled into the fields gently. "Is there an immediate threat?" Tone genuinely curious, he tilted his head to stare at her. "In this upcoming war, whose side are you on? And have you asked your family what they wanted?"
Hands clenching into fists for a brief moment, he forced himself to relax. "I know you want what you think is best for the family. To protect them. I do too." He really, truly meant that. However, his eyes grew haunted. "But surviving isn't living." He bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something else he would regret.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
