LOREN
”Wow. How creative of them.” The anger in his voice surprised him, and he closed his eyes for a moment to rein in his temper. Phoebe didn’t deserve that, not from Loren. ”Sorry. Both for what they said and...sorry.” He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t help but feel that his family had perpetrated some of the awfulness that the healer had experienced. Yet another sin to lay at the feet of the Launceleyns.
Apparently keeping it succinct had just invited more questions. His eyes flicked to her before flicking away just as quickly. ”Most don’t. Some do.” However, it was less about the physical fitness than it was about fitness in general. ”It was supposed to teach us to be self-reliant, and keep our wits about us. Survive in any environment, figure out creative ways to use our magic.” Loren hadn’t really ever been let into the inner circle—and least not until fairly late during his time in Northaven—and his family hadn’t been in the habit of justifying anything, even to its own members.
Apparently keeping it succinct had just invited more questions. His eyes flicked to her before flicking away just as quickly. ”Most don’t. Some do.” However, it was less about the physical fitness than it was about fitness in general. ”It was supposed to teach us to be self-reliant, and keep our wits about us. Survive in any environment, figure out creative ways to use our magic.” Loren hadn’t really ever been let into the inner circle—and least not until fairly late during his time in Northaven—and his family hadn’t been in the habit of justifying anything, even to its own members.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
