LOREN
It mattered to Loren, but when Remi dropped the topic, so did the librarian. This time, he just sat and listened to the alchemist, finally willing to actually allow the other man’s words to sink in. When Remi finally finished speaking, the summoner took a deep, shuddering breath, then cleared his throat. ”Does that mean I should tell you that all I want to do right now is to go find some dark hole and curl up in it for a while?”He gave the alchemist a shaky grin, unsure if it reached his eyes or not. ”But I guess I will settle for tea.” Pausing, the Launceleyn looked down, staring at the other man’s feet. ”And...I missed you. Everyone, but...especially you. And I’m sorry for leaving and not saying that earlier, and everything, really. And I feel incredibly guilty about leaving, and all I want is to try and make things right.” That had to be enough honesty for now, because Loren didn’t know if he could summon up any more. Unlike his creatures, the truth was nearly impossible for him to muster.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
