LOREN
Loren almost certainly wasn’t going to give honest feedback when he knew nothing about medicine: just because he had been a scholar (or at least fancied himself as such) in his past life didn’t mean he felt at all prepared to learn about the intricacies of healing. Saying all that to Phoebe, however, seemed like a bad idea. ”Well, I’ll do my best.” Again, that’s all she should really expect from him, and his best wasn’t really that good these days. Or ever.
Although he was always lonely, he almost never wanted company. Or at least, he would never accept it. He was still fully convinced that his problems paled in comparison to others, self-inflicted as they were. And he especially didn’t want to talk about his problems with a near stranger, healer or not. However, those were also thoughts he should keep to himself. ”Thanks. I appreciate it.” Then, because he figured he should warn her, he added, ”I wouldn’t expect to see me anytime soon, though.” All he really wanted was to go away and think for a while, without talking through his issues with anyone who’d judge and not understand and just make everything harder to bear.
Although he was always lonely, he almost never wanted company. Or at least, he would never accept it. He was still fully convinced that his problems paled in comparison to others, self-inflicted as they were. And he especially didn’t want to talk about his problems with a near stranger, healer or not. However, those were also thoughts he should keep to himself. ”Thanks. I appreciate it.” Then, because he figured he should warn her, he added, ”I wouldn’t expect to see me anytime soon, though.” All he really wanted was to go away and think for a while, without talking through his issues with anyone who’d judge and not understand and just make everything harder to bear.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
