Love mends even the broken parts
Hugged himself, both against the cold and the other man’s words, not caring about the blood still staining the ground, Loren tried not to give in to the freezing air or the even more chilling statement from the alchemist. Maybe the Launceleyn had started to become a true member of his family, but that was the one thing he knew he didn’t want. ”I don’t like this path.” Just because it was easy and felt good for him to be cruel to others didn’t mean he liked it. And if there was another choice he could make, one that wouldn’t result in more pain for everyone, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Instead of responding to Remi's next statement, the summoner just called his Spark Bird into being once more; his magic reserves were weakening, but a blast of heat spread through the area, warming even his cold bones.
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