Love mends even the broken parts
Oh dear, Remi disapproved. How awful. Too bad for him, Loren didn’t really care about the alchemist’s opinion. That ship had sailed, and was already far out to sea. ”You didn’t?" The Launceleyn leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Then you shouldn’t have asked for one.” Loren tutted and shook his head; if the other man was going to express his disapproval, then the summoner would as well.
As the alchemist pulled the amulets out of his pocket, Loren smirked. He’d been right—unsurprisingly, Phoebe had indeed gone crying to Remi right away—which just confirmed to the summoner that pretty much everything he’d said and thought about the healer was true. ”So you two talked about me? Again?” That’s right, he knew all about their conversations. ”You could’ve sent a messenger with these. Why come yourself? Did you miss me?” However, he held out his hand for them: just because he was done being nice to people didn’t mean he would stop protecting them. After all, if they died, they couldn’t feel pain anymore.
Well, Remi sort of answered the question about why he'd come himself. However, that's not what the Launceleyn focused on. Instead, he zeroed in on Phoebe’s description of what had happened. It was so completely off that Loren threw back his head and laughed, the sound low and as chilling and dark as the smile he flashed the alchemist was. ”An assault? Is that what she told you happened? Well, if she thought that was an assault I’d hate to think of her reaction if someone actually attacked her.”
Yes, the Launceleyn would admit he’d been cruel. He didn’t care about being seen as mean, or rude, or completely out of line. But an assault? Hardly. He hadn’t touched a hair on the healer’s head.
As the alchemist pulled the amulets out of his pocket, Loren smirked. He’d been right—unsurprisingly, Phoebe had indeed gone crying to Remi right away—which just confirmed to the summoner that pretty much everything he’d said and thought about the healer was true. ”So you two talked about me? Again?” That’s right, he knew all about their conversations. ”You could’ve sent a messenger with these. Why come yourself? Did you miss me?” However, he held out his hand for them: just because he was done being nice to people didn’t mean he would stop protecting them. After all, if they died, they couldn’t feel pain anymore.
Well, Remi sort of answered the question about why he'd come himself. However, that's not what the Launceleyn focused on. Instead, he zeroed in on Phoebe’s description of what had happened. It was so completely off that Loren threw back his head and laughed, the sound low and as chilling and dark as the smile he flashed the alchemist was. ”An assault? Is that what she told you happened? Well, if she thought that was an assault I’d hate to think of her reaction if someone actually attacked her.”
Yes, the Launceleyn would admit he’d been cruel. He didn’t care about being seen as mean, or rude, or completely out of line. But an assault? Hardly. He hadn’t touched a hair on the healer’s head.
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