Love mends even the broken parts
Yeah, Loren wasn’t super happy about posting the code word, though he supposed it was in the Temple, so it wasn’t outside for the monsters to read. Besides, if the LongNight monsters were lurking already, well, they were probably all screwed. ”The code word was also in code, but again, we don’t really know how intelligent these monsters are, or what abilities they have. However, I did raise that possibility in our meeting, and asked if a knock might be better. She said that we could always ask identifying questions.” In this particular instance, he felt very similarly to Remi.
At the other man’s soft hey, the summoner sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. ”I didn’t know you could fight them at all. Everyone’s acting as if they’re implacable and unstoppable.” Lowering his hand, the Launceleyn winced at the comment about Ronin’s death. ”I’m…” He trailed off, because he’d been about to apologize, and the alchemist would just reject that. ”I’m not sure fighting potentially exploding monsters in the Guild is a good idea, though.” That seemed pretty self-evident.
At the insistence in Remi’s voice, the Launceleyn felt his eyes widen. This wasn’t a promise he necessarily felt comfortable making. However, it seemed he would have to. ”Okay. But...why? And if I don’t tell her, then I don’t see any way to convince her to let me stay at the Guild.” And Wessex might just imprison him for his efforts if he did it anyway, not that he'd mind. She’d certainly condemn him for abandoning his post. ”And it sounds as if you’ll need the herds more at the Guild than those at the Temple.” Indeed, everyone, including maybe Loren, would stay safe and sound in the Temple, while those at the Guild risked life and limb.
And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. His idea about trying to make more antlers wouldn’t work, because they weren’t the right type of antlers; the feathers of the Spark Bird wouldn’t save anyone; he himself probably wouldn’t even be where he felt he was most needed. As the alchemist released Loren’s hand, he just took a few steps back, slumping against the wall again, and closed his eyes. That didn't prevent the tears from falling. ”So there’s nothing, then. Nothing I can do.” No ideas, no magic, nothing he could do about the fact that others were going out to face the darkness, and he wouldn’t be there for them.
If any of them died, a part of him might just die with them.
At the other man’s soft hey, the summoner sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. ”I didn’t know you could fight them at all. Everyone’s acting as if they’re implacable and unstoppable.” Lowering his hand, the Launceleyn winced at the comment about Ronin’s death. ”I’m…” He trailed off, because he’d been about to apologize, and the alchemist would just reject that. ”I’m not sure fighting potentially exploding monsters in the Guild is a good idea, though.” That seemed pretty self-evident.
At the insistence in Remi’s voice, the Launceleyn felt his eyes widen. This wasn’t a promise he necessarily felt comfortable making. However, it seemed he would have to. ”Okay. But...why? And if I don’t tell her, then I don’t see any way to convince her to let me stay at the Guild.” And Wessex might just imprison him for his efforts if he did it anyway, not that he'd mind. She’d certainly condemn him for abandoning his post. ”And it sounds as if you’ll need the herds more at the Guild than those at the Temple.” Indeed, everyone, including maybe Loren, would stay safe and sound in the Temple, while those at the Guild risked life and limb.
And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. His idea about trying to make more antlers wouldn’t work, because they weren’t the right type of antlers; the feathers of the Spark Bird wouldn’t save anyone; he himself probably wouldn’t even be where he felt he was most needed. As the alchemist released Loren’s hand, he just took a few steps back, slumping against the wall again, and closed his eyes. That didn't prevent the tears from falling. ”So there’s nothing, then. Nothing I can do.” No ideas, no magic, nothing he could do about the fact that others were going out to face the darkness, and he wouldn’t be there for them.
If any of them died, a part of him might just die with them.
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