LOREN
Loren tilted his head at Oliver’s almost frantic response. ”Okay?” The hesitation and confusion in the summoner’s voice was clear. ”I was just asking if Bastien’s suggestion was just for you, personally, or just the Artist’s Sanctuary, or for everyone.” While he still spoke in a dull monotone, at least he was still replying without anger.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't remain that way for long. "Not doing art makes me comfortable. Not seeing children die makes me comfortable. Not having my friends go crazy and then disappear without a trace makes me comfortable." With each statement, the chill in the Launceleyn's voice grew, until it was completely icy. However, he shifted into the form of a goose and padded forward. Simultaneously, he stared at the other man, awaiting further instructions.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't remain that way for long. "Not doing art makes me comfortable. Not seeing children die makes me comfortable. Not having my friends go crazy and then disappear without a trace makes me comfortable." With each statement, the chill in the Launceleyn's voice grew, until it was completely icy. However, he shifted into the form of a goose and padded forward. Simultaneously, he stared at the other man, awaiting further instructions.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
