LOREN
"Don't." The word fell from Loren's lips swiftly and sharply, but without any real animosity to it. "Don't pretend to care." He continued to ascend the stairs one painful step at a time, ignoring the protests from his body or the way he swayed precariously.
Although he was panting with exertion, he found the breath to continue speaking somewhere. "You may have everyone else fooled, or maybe you've actually changed, but I know you better than that. You're my brother too." Somehow, he reached the top, and he began to trudge down the hallway, focusing on just putting one foot in front of the other.
He still didn't look back at Neron. "It doesn't matter what I want." Unsurprisingly, the summoner's voice came out dully, devoid of grief, sorrow, pain, anger, anything really.
All his tears had been shed, and they'd washed the emotion out of him.
Although he was panting with exertion, he found the breath to continue speaking somewhere. "You may have everyone else fooled, or maybe you've actually changed, but I know you better than that. You're my brother too." Somehow, he reached the top, and he began to trudge down the hallway, focusing on just putting one foot in front of the other.
He still didn't look back at Neron. "It doesn't matter what I want." Unsurprisingly, the summoner's voice came out dully, devoid of grief, sorrow, pain, anger, anything really.
All his tears had been shed, and they'd washed the emotion out of him.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
