LOREN
Loren had his ways. It helped that everyone in the Hollowed Grounds was chatty enough that they’d even talk to the depressed scion of a once great house. One that had produced one tyrant already, no less. ”From you and those close to you.” If Rexanna wanted details, however, the Launceleyn would be more than happy to supply them. ”You yourself just told me that you haven’t been spending much time with Bastien. You want to tell me some more? Is Hotaru still mourning those she lost? Does Kiada still hate you for leaving her and the rest of your children for a man?”
The summoner tilted his head. ”That's unfair. I guess that last one wasn’t really you. But it could be.” His voice on that last part grew ever colder. Now, though, he smirked at her. ”If you’re not careful to slip into new old habits. Of course, you’re completely convinced that all is well at home, so what do I know?” Although his tone remained hard, his eyes glittered, mischievous and icy.
The summoner tilted his head. ”That's unfair. I guess that last one wasn’t really you. But it could be.” His voice on that last part grew ever colder. Now, though, he smirked at her. ”If you’re not careful to slip into new old habits. Of course, you’re completely convinced that all is well at home, so what do I know?” Although his tone remained hard, his eyes glittered, mischievous and icy.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
