LOREN
Trying is all you can do.
Those words were more true than Phoebe might have realized: trying was literally all Loren was capable of. Not succeeding, not actually accomplishing anything, not getting through anything he’d set himself to. Just trying. Which was not, and never would be enough.
Just like him.
As the conversation swung around to the college, the summoner closed his eyes briefly, shoving everything out of his mind but the desire to get through the rest of this conversation. When he opened them, they were hooded and his face was inscrutable. ”Yeah sorry. I hadn’t heard about any classes and...I’ve been busy.” Being imprisoned, and dealing with the Roses, and LongNight. Those were excuses, though, and he’d learned better than to make those by now.
Well, there wasn’t a knock but it wasn’t as if Wessex hadn’t done anything to prepare. Indeed, there was a code, not that he could blame the healer for not knowing that, considering she'd been out of her mind. Of course, they didn’t even know if the monsters could read or pluck thoughts from their minds, so a code might backfire horribly. However, not his decision. Nothing was. ”She did come up with a code. Luxere. And again, I’ll take your recommendations to her, but it’s not up to me.” He rubbed his eyes, tired of feeling like nothing he did or said was getting through to people or mattered; although he’d accepted the fact that his opinions were pretty much useless and had willingly relegated himself to the sidelines. But that didn’t make it easy for him.
Those words were more true than Phoebe might have realized: trying was literally all Loren was capable of. Not succeeding, not actually accomplishing anything, not getting through anything he’d set himself to. Just trying. Which was not, and never would be enough.
Just like him.
As the conversation swung around to the college, the summoner closed his eyes briefly, shoving everything out of his mind but the desire to get through the rest of this conversation. When he opened them, they were hooded and his face was inscrutable. ”Yeah sorry. I hadn’t heard about any classes and...I’ve been busy.” Being imprisoned, and dealing with the Roses, and LongNight. Those were excuses, though, and he’d learned better than to make those by now.
Well, there wasn’t a knock but it wasn’t as if Wessex hadn’t done anything to prepare. Indeed, there was a code, not that he could blame the healer for not knowing that, considering she'd been out of her mind. Of course, they didn’t even know if the monsters could read or pluck thoughts from their minds, so a code might backfire horribly. However, not his decision. Nothing was. ”She did come up with a code. Luxere. And again, I’ll take your recommendations to her, but it’s not up to me.” He rubbed his eyes, tired of feeling like nothing he did or said was getting through to people or mattered; although he’d accepted the fact that his opinions were pretty much useless and had willingly relegated himself to the sidelines. But that didn’t make it easy for him.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
