there's light at the edge of the darkness
"You're welcome." Loren's voice was as stiff as Amalia's. As she demonstrated her continuing weakness, he sighed. "As difficult as it is, you need to start working with your hands, even if it's just for a short time each day. It'll help you get out of here more quickly." His tone was hardly comforting, merely a statement of fact.
However, as her own agony washed over him, he bit his lip. For the briefest of moments, his eyes glittered before he angrily dashed the backs of his palms against them.
When he was done, his features had been schooled into a neutral mask once more. Bending down, he picked up a handful of straw in each hand. ”Alright, well, if we’re going to play the pity game, then this is all my fault. So I'm more useless than you are. Although he was aiming for self-deprecating, the joke fell flat. However, there was still a grim humor behind the statement. Wordlessly, he held out his left hand for her to take the straw.
However, as her own agony washed over him, he bit his lip. For the briefest of moments, his eyes glittered before he angrily dashed the backs of his palms against them.
When he was done, his features had been schooled into a neutral mask once more. Bending down, he picked up a handful of straw in each hand. ”Alright, well, if we’re going to play the pity game, then this is all my fault. So I'm more useless than you are. Although he was aiming for self-deprecating, the joke fell flat. However, there was still a grim humor behind the statement. Wordlessly, he held out his left hand for her to take the straw.
loren
