LOREN
Suddenly, Loren could feel the exhaustion weighing on him. Slumping forward, he found himself staring directly down at the corpse. ”I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it my whole life.” The words carried a surprising amount of bitterness, though even that was almost lost underneath his tired tone.
At the offer to be a Grand Healer, however, he barked out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing oddly in the nearly empty Manor. "Some healer I am." However, he subsided, closing his eyes so he didn't have to deal with the way his world lay dead in front of him. "Fine." It came out in the barest of whispers.
He kept his eyes closed as Neron kept speaking. "I don't enjoy any of this." Finally, the younger twin opened his eyes and gestured down the hallway. "Our bedroom." Reaching forward, he tried to find the strength to lift the body once again. But his arms failed him, and he sat back, expression blank again.
At the offer to be a Grand Healer, however, he barked out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing oddly in the nearly empty Manor. "Some healer I am." However, he subsided, closing his eyes so he didn't have to deal with the way his world lay dead in front of him. "Fine." It came out in the barest of whispers.
He kept his eyes closed as Neron kept speaking. "I don't enjoy any of this." Finally, the younger twin opened his eyes and gestured down the hallway. "Our bedroom." Reaching forward, he tried to find the strength to lift the body once again. But his arms failed him, and he sat back, expression blank again.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
