LOREN
”I’m sorry,” he said again. Desperation and contrition warred in his voice: Loren knew that what he’d done was inexcusable, and that there was no making amends for this. However, given how often he screwed up, he was used to trying to apologize anyway, no matter how futile it was. As she asked what his problem was, he flinched, but kept pouring healing magic into her until he was sure he’d repaired all the damage he and others had done to her. That task done, he let his hand fall away and sat back, giving her the space she probably wanted. ”I got caught up in the training and lost control of my magic, but that’s no excuse for what I did, and I am so, so sorry for hurting you.” Not for the first time, he shrank inwards, terrified of what just one little slip up had done, of what losing his temper and his magic both had done. But in the end, he had no one to blame for this but himself.So he did. Blame himself. As always. One more mistake for the long, long list of them.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
