The white sheep of the family
It wasn’t the point, which was Loren’s point: Northaven hadn’t been designed to keep them happy, just to try and save a way of life that he wasn’t sure was worth saving anymore. ”It was supposed to keep our people alive. But I can’t help but wonder if it was actually living, or just surviving.” It certainly felt more like the latter than the former, at least to him.
”I thought we had different ideas about nothingness.” It was a weak attempt at a joke and at delaying the inevitable. Still, he knew that the alchemist wouldn’t let him get away with staying silent, so Loren ran a hand through his hair, trying to come up with something that would placate the other man without straying into territory neither of them wanted to venture into. Or at least the summoner didn’t. ”I’m just lonely.” It was too small a word to contain what he was actually feeling, but it was close and good enough.
”I thought we had different ideas about nothingness.” It was a weak attempt at a joke and at delaying the inevitable. Still, he knew that the alchemist wouldn’t let him get away with staying silent, so Loren ran a hand through his hair, trying to come up with something that would placate the other man without straying into territory neither of them wanted to venture into. Or at least the summoner didn’t. ”I’m just lonely.” It was too small a word to contain what he was actually feeling, but it was close and good enough.
Will blood tell
