LOREN
Rexanna could get as upset as she liked about Loren’s actions, and it wouldn’t really affect him. Still, he’d be more than happy to oblige this request of hers. ”I’ve already moved on.” Indeed, Hotaru was old news: if Rexanna wanted to dwell on the other woman’s lost child, the Ascended could do so. The rest of them were definitely moving forward, though, and they wouldn't wait for stragglers.
As the blue-eyed woman fixed the summoner with her best stare, he just cocked an eyebrow. He’d faced down far more terrifying expressions and lived to tell the tale. Once more, she’d have to put up a much better effort to get anything new out of him. When she talked about friendship, and what it meant to her—how sweet, she thought she knew how all relationships worked—he just smirked. ”Is that so? I wouldn’t know, you know, since I’ve never had any real friends. Well, alright then, since you seem to care so much about reciprocity, what do you need from me?” He spread his arms, as if to invite her in. No doubt she needed something. They always did.
However, maybe he’d finally convinced her that he wasn’t worth her time. Good. One less person he had to worry about bothering him; he let his arms drop to his side as he watched her go. Still, she couldn't resist one last quip, so he wouldn't hold back either. ”There’s nothing left to figure out.” He’d realized that he couldn’t trust anyone, and was acting accordingly. This was what that looked like, when the Launceleyn finally accepted that he was and always would be alone.
As the blue-eyed woman fixed the summoner with her best stare, he just cocked an eyebrow. He’d faced down far more terrifying expressions and lived to tell the tale. Once more, she’d have to put up a much better effort to get anything new out of him. When she talked about friendship, and what it meant to her—how sweet, she thought she knew how all relationships worked—he just smirked. ”Is that so? I wouldn’t know, you know, since I’ve never had any real friends. Well, alright then, since you seem to care so much about reciprocity, what do you need from me?” He spread his arms, as if to invite her in. No doubt she needed something. They always did.
However, maybe he’d finally convinced her that he wasn’t worth her time. Good. One less person he had to worry about bothering him; he let his arms drop to his side as he watched her go. Still, she couldn't resist one last quip, so he wouldn't hold back either. ”There’s nothing left to figure out.” He’d realized that he couldn’t trust anyone, and was acting accordingly. This was what that looked like, when the Launceleyn finally accepted that he was and always would be alone.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
