loren
Something dark, ugly, and cold stirred within Loren, and he didn’t bother hiding it from Jigano. Can’t I? The Launceleyn continued to bring them back over the ice. People don’t really want my help. That seems pretty clear to me. And when I do help I seem to have a nasty habit of just making things worse. How's that for a guilty conscience? For a moment his head turned in the opposite direction from the portal, towards the Citadel that he couldn't see, but knew was there.
Waiting for him.
Calling.
Still, he flew towards the portal, for now. I hope you're prepared to wait for a long time. Maybe forever. There was anger in that thought, yes, but it was mostly suffused with self-loathing, an overwhelming feeling that he was still the scared child locked in a cell for being weak.
Maybe he'd just gotten really good at playing pretend.
Waiting for him.
Calling.
Still, he flew towards the portal, for now. I hope you're prepared to wait for a long time. Maybe forever. There was anger in that thought, yes, but it was mostly suffused with self-loathing, an overwhelming feeling that he was still the scared child locked in a cell for being weak.
Maybe he'd just gotten really good at playing pretend.
Never judge a book by its cover.
