LOREN
As Neron moved to the other side of the body, Loren lifted his head briefly to gaze at his twin. However, it wasn’t long before the summoner dropped his head to Abasi’s corpse once again, the younger twin having neither the strength nor inclination to look at the Warden for long. "So there is something you're thinking of. After." It was less an accusation than an acknowledgement that Neron had plans.
"Need to? I don't need to do anything." There was a weary acceptance to the words, as exhaustion stole over his limbs and his mind. For a long while, Loren was silent, not answering the questions or responding at all, really. When he did speak, it was in that dull, unsettling, and defeated tone. "There are instructions in the mortuary. His name is...was...Abasi. He was..." His voice trailed off. "We were together."
What did he care if Neron knew any of that? It wouldn't change anything, now.
"Need to? I don't need to do anything." There was a weary acceptance to the words, as exhaustion stole over his limbs and his mind. For a long while, Loren was silent, not answering the questions or responding at all, really. When he did speak, it was in that dull, unsettling, and defeated tone. "There are instructions in the mortuary. His name is...was...Abasi. He was..." His voice trailed off. "We were together."
What did he care if Neron knew any of that? It wouldn't change anything, now.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
