The white sheep of the family
As Abasi came over and knelt, and laid his hands over Loren, he had to choke back a sob. Gently, he extracted one hand so that he could angrily dash away the tears that threatened to fall. Slowly, he placed his hand over the undertaker’s. ”Not...exactly. You just reminded me we had sworn to be honest. And it made me realize that I had...been less than forthcoming about my past.” The summoner’s voice was guilty, and he found that he couldn’t meet the other man’s eyes.
"Thank you." It came out barely above a whisper, but the Launceleyn was more touched than he could possibly say. "I'm not really...worried about my family anymore, though. They disowned me, and I'm strong enough now that they would likely leave me alone."
He hesitated. "I'm...I know we need to speak further. But I'm sure you have question and I...there's probably more I should tell you." Again, his tone was ashamed.
"Thank you." It came out barely above a whisper, but the Launceleyn was more touched than he could possibly say. "I'm not really...worried about my family anymore, though. They disowned me, and I'm strong enough now that they would likely leave me alone."
He hesitated. "I'm...I know we need to speak further. But I'm sure you have question and I...there's probably more I should tell you." Again, his tone was ashamed.
Will blood tell
