LOREN
The confusion in the other man’s eyes made the summoner realize how he must have come across. ”Sorry. I just realized that I hadn’t seen you in a while, that’s all.” Or at least that’s what it felt like. Of course, he hadn’t seen much of anyone, really, outside of work and LongNight preparations. Only some of that was by choice: too many people were close to Remi, not that the Launceleyn could blame them. However, it made it hard for him to actually talk to anyone about all the things he’d been through. Granted, even if he had a sympathetic ear, he probably wouldn’t have said anything at all.
”How are you feeling?” Just because Abasi looked better didn’t mean he actually was better; Loren knew the blighted were on the mend, but he was also fully aware that they were fully recovered yet. Unfortunately, while the Roses had done their job, the only remaining cure for the other man was time. And they didn’t seem to have a whole lot of that these days, unfortunate as that might sound.
As Abasi pulled up a chair, the summoner took a sip of his tea. The two of them hadn’t really spoken, not really. Loren had tried to provide the other man what comfort the Launceleyn could, but it had been difficult with the blight and everything going on in the summoner’s life. Perhaps that was why he was so surprised by Abasi’s words. ”What power?” Magical power maybe, but not the power to do anything about anything that really mattered. Loren glanced around at the room they were in, trying to take in all the details that he’d seen many times before. ”They can have it. The power, the house, everything. May it bring them the joy it never brought me.” Indeed, the Manor was haunted with too many ghosts for him to ever really be comfortable there. But it was the only home he had. Perhaps that was fitting then, since he was little more than a ghost himself.
”How are you feeling?” Just because Abasi looked better didn’t mean he actually was better; Loren knew the blighted were on the mend, but he was also fully aware that they were fully recovered yet. Unfortunately, while the Roses had done their job, the only remaining cure for the other man was time. And they didn’t seem to have a whole lot of that these days, unfortunate as that might sound.
As Abasi pulled up a chair, the summoner took a sip of his tea. The two of them hadn’t really spoken, not really. Loren had tried to provide the other man what comfort the Launceleyn could, but it had been difficult with the blight and everything going on in the summoner’s life. Perhaps that was why he was so surprised by Abasi’s words. ”What power?” Magical power maybe, but not the power to do anything about anything that really mattered. Loren glanced around at the room they were in, trying to take in all the details that he’d seen many times before. ”They can have it. The power, the house, everything. May it bring them the joy it never brought me.” Indeed, the Manor was haunted with too many ghosts for him to ever really be comfortable there. But it was the only home he had. Perhaps that was fitting then, since he was little more than a ghost himself.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
