LOREN
Well then. Seemed Rexanna had everything figured out. ”Move on then. Nothing’s keeping you or Hotaru tied to the past. She told me as much herself.” However, the Ascended woman seemed stuck in this one place, at least for now. And Loren obviously wasn’t keeping her in the Manor. No, she was free to leave at any time. He wouldn’t even let the door hit her on the way out.
Finally, they came to the heart of the matter: what the blue-eyed woman called an unwillingness on his part to have friends, the Launceleyn called an impossibility. ”You’re right that there’s nothing wrong with selfishness. However, you’re wrong that I can have friends. You want to know why? Because everyone seems to think they know how to help me, or else they pity me, or else they want to change me. Now, I don't know a lot about friendship, but it seems to me true friends will support the other, not try to mold them into a more pleasing form. And until they get it through their heads that I’m not one of their projects then I don’t want their friendship. And I'm not one of your projects either.” Indeed, he’d seen how Rexanna had shown concern for his past, had tried to coddle him. That was the opposite of what the summoner needed: time and space and patience while he figured out who he was.
Finally, they came to the heart of the matter: what the blue-eyed woman called an unwillingness on his part to have friends, the Launceleyn called an impossibility. ”You’re right that there’s nothing wrong with selfishness. However, you’re wrong that I can have friends. You want to know why? Because everyone seems to think they know how to help me, or else they pity me, or else they want to change me. Now, I don't know a lot about friendship, but it seems to me true friends will support the other, not try to mold them into a more pleasing form. And until they get it through their heads that I’m not one of their projects then I don’t want their friendship. And I'm not one of your projects either.” Indeed, he’d seen how Rexanna had shown concern for his past, had tried to coddle him. That was the opposite of what the summoner needed: time and space and patience while he figured out who he was.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
