LOREN
At Beatrix’s question, Loren smiled softly, though there was a sad edge to it. He remembered standing where she was, waiting for the inevitable blows (well, spells) to fall. If only he’d had someone to show him there was a better, kinder way. However, at least he could do that much for his half-sister. ”Of course I’m not mad. You did your best. Now it’s my job to see if I can help you get better.” Maybe this was too much all at once for her, but he could feel time slipping away from him, and he needed to make her understand before it was too late.
Indeed, it seemed like they made some progress: her magic managed to completely dissolve the ball this time, and he beamed at her, incredibly proud of her efforts, as he held the two remaining balls behind his back. ”Excellent. See? You just needed a bit of help.” They all needed a bit of help, and he wasn’t sure he was the best one to provide it.
But he was all they had.
Indeed, it seemed like they made some progress: her magic managed to completely dissolve the ball this time, and he beamed at her, incredibly proud of her efforts, as he held the two remaining balls behind his back. ”Excellent. See? You just needed a bit of help.” They all needed a bit of help, and he wasn’t sure he was the best one to provide it.
But he was all they had.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
