whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Lifting his head so he could shake it, a look of total despair in his eyes, Loren tapped the bar for another drink. "So what if it happened fast? It still happened." As another mug was placed in front of him, he took a long drink, then gave Sunjata a dark look. "Peter's gone. And Adam."However, something about the healer's expression changed at the bartender's next comment. "You're right it's always more death. No matter what we do. Doesn't matter what fucking world it is." Free hand clenching into a fist, the Launceleyn was silent for a long moment.
"I've been asking myself why I'm still alive a lot recently." It came out just a shade too casually, as if he didn't much care about the answer.
Staring into the mug, he barked out a laugh. "Did you ask?" Looking at the other man, Loren's jaw feathered with tension.
what goes, let go
LOREN
