LOREN
None of them seemed to get it, and he ran a nervous hand through his hair. Loren couldn’t trust himself, so he didn’t see how others, how Remi, how Phoebe could trust him so easily. ”Remi is too forgiving for his own good.” There was a strange fondness in the summoner’s voice as he spoke of the alchemist: whatever they were, the Launceleyn still loved the other man, at least in a way. ”He’s too quick to see the good, too slow to see the bad. And yes, maybe I’m trying. But it’s not working.” Loren wasn’t really upset—although a shadowy expression flickered in his eyes—but he was owning up to the fact that his efforts were mostly for naught.
Her suggestion was a good one, but the summoner sighed, and rubbed his eyes. ”Wessex thinks we should congregate in as few places as possible.” Maybe it was dangerous, bringing up the queen, considering the healer’s dislike of the Ascended, but Loren was too tired to be diplomatic. ”But I’ll pass along the suggestion to her, if it’s alright with you.” If it wasn’t, well, he couldn’t stop people from scattering wherever they liked; besides, he’d already told Wessex that he personally wouldn’t make any decisions and that he’d trust her judgment.
Her suggestion was a good one, but the summoner sighed, and rubbed his eyes. ”Wessex thinks we should congregate in as few places as possible.” Maybe it was dangerous, bringing up the queen, considering the healer’s dislike of the Ascended, but Loren was too tired to be diplomatic. ”But I’ll pass along the suggestion to her, if it’s alright with you.” If it wasn’t, well, he couldn’t stop people from scattering wherever they liked; besides, he’d already told Wessex that he personally wouldn’t make any decisions and that he’d trust her judgment.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
