LOREN
Unfortunately, Rexanna’s words didn’t have the calming or soothing effect she might’ve expected. Instead, Loren just found himself slipping back into the darkness. While she might’ve thought his efforts were impressive—and while it might’ve indeed been far more than others, especially other Outlanders, had done—that didn’t mean they were enough. They never seemed to be enough when it really counted.
While the Launceleyn wasn’t quite so proud that he knew he could save everyone’s life, he was also someone who demanded perfection from himself, and who would punish himself for everyone he failed to save. His eyes flashed cold, though in a weird way, his gaze turned inward even though he continued looking ahead. ”We don’t know that it will be better. In fact, we don’t know enough about the monsters. For all we know, they will have developed new tricks to counteract whatever we used on them last year.” They were intelligent and malicious and powerful, all bad combinations in an opponent. And that uncertainty was killing him inside. Worse, it might literally kill others.
While the Launceleyn wasn’t quite so proud that he knew he could save everyone’s life, he was also someone who demanded perfection from himself, and who would punish himself for everyone he failed to save. His eyes flashed cold, though in a weird way, his gaze turned inward even though he continued looking ahead. ”We don’t know that it will be better. In fact, we don’t know enough about the monsters. For all we know, they will have developed new tricks to counteract whatever we used on them last year.” They were intelligent and malicious and powerful, all bad combinations in an opponent. And that uncertainty was killing him inside. Worse, it might literally kill others.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
