Love mends even the broken parts
It seemed they’d reached an impasse: Remi was unwilling to accept Loren’s help in this foolhardy endeavor, and he was unwilling to sit idly by as people went out to risk their lives, especially the alchemist, when the Launceleyn might be able to do something about it. Yes, he had duties to keep those at the Temple safe. And yes, it was true they were relying upon his entirely uncertain protection.
But he also had a responsibility to everyone in the Hollowed Grounds, and that came first. Obviously he’d talk to Wessex about all this, if he could. That meant he’d give her a heads up about everyone’s plans, not that he’d be deterred from his actions. What those actions would be remained to be seen. ”No. I told you not to make my decisions for me. You can tell me what you think and feel about something, just not what you think I should think and feel about it.” It was an important difference, and hopefully one the other man would understand.
Sam, Nate, and Kiada were all unknown quantities. Except for what Phoebe had told the Launceleyn about Nate, that was. ”I thought all the Medical College staff were supposed to stay at the Temple.” Already this plan was starting to fall apart at the seams.
However, of everything they’d sparred and argued and fought over today, the summoner hadn’t expected bringing up the Ascended would cause a problem; indeed his eyes narrowed at Remi’s reaction to that bit of news. It seemed a bit over the top. ”I have enough blood in me. Besides, I’m going to try and heal the blood loss. If that doesn’t work, I’ll space it out as much as possible, and start with those at the Guild.” Those were weak explanations for such a strong response, though especially since concern didn’t seem to be the operative emotion on the other man’s mind. ”What, exactly, is wrong with this idea? Don’t give me excuses.” The only downside Loren could see was physical harm to him, which he’d just accounted for.
But he also had a responsibility to everyone in the Hollowed Grounds, and that came first. Obviously he’d talk to Wessex about all this, if he could. That meant he’d give her a heads up about everyone’s plans, not that he’d be deterred from his actions. What those actions would be remained to be seen. ”No. I told you not to make my decisions for me. You can tell me what you think and feel about something, just not what you think I should think and feel about it.” It was an important difference, and hopefully one the other man would understand.
Sam, Nate, and Kiada were all unknown quantities. Except for what Phoebe had told the Launceleyn about Nate, that was. ”I thought all the Medical College staff were supposed to stay at the Temple.” Already this plan was starting to fall apart at the seams.
However, of everything they’d sparred and argued and fought over today, the summoner hadn’t expected bringing up the Ascended would cause a problem; indeed his eyes narrowed at Remi’s reaction to that bit of news. It seemed a bit over the top. ”I have enough blood in me. Besides, I’m going to try and heal the blood loss. If that doesn’t work, I’ll space it out as much as possible, and start with those at the Guild.” Those were weak explanations for such a strong response, though especially since concern didn’t seem to be the operative emotion on the other man’s mind. ”What, exactly, is wrong with this idea? Don’t give me excuses.” The only downside Loren could see was physical harm to him, which he’d just accounted for.
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