Love mends even the broken parts
Maybe it didn’t matter with Jace. Beatrix, though, had definitely made up her mind about the summoner, and his nephew followed her lead. ”Normal children, maybe. Launceleyns...we don’t raise children to be normal.” As evidenced by the fact that he was curled into a ball on the floor of his kitchen. But it was hard to argue with the fact that he had to keep Beatrix and Jace happy and safe and loved: Loren did love them, he was keeping them safe, and he tried to make them happy, show them a life other than pain. It was hard when he’d only experienced the tortuous side of his family, and they had only experienced that as well.
Well, if words were usually all there was time for, then the Launceleyn was doomed to be forever misunderstood. ”I’ll try to say what I mean and not...what I think I should. And...what I’m about to say, I’m not asking for sympathy just, just trying to explain.” Lowering his head, he rested it on his knees again. ”I...it doesn’t come easily to me. I...they used to torture me if I cried. And I was punished if I comforted others. So...I didn’t, for a long time. I-I only started again when I was...when I was shown kindness. Because, that, it showed me there was another way and that everything I’d been through had…” Had been for naught, hadn’t needed to happen, hadn’t been strictly necessary and that had overcome the defenses he’d constructed over the years. ”Again, I will try. But I don’t think I’ll ever be good at it.” Remi probably wouldn’t understand that the summoner simply wasn’t equipped to speak freely, at least not now.
As the alchemist pulled away, the Launceleyn moved to rest one hand on the other man’s shoulder. There was more, and it was as awful as the first set of images, though more scattered and fragmented. However, they got through them, and Loren understood enough. When it was over, the summoner squeezed Remi’s shoulder.
Well, if words were usually all there was time for, then the Launceleyn was doomed to be forever misunderstood. ”I’ll try to say what I mean and not...what I think I should. And...what I’m about to say, I’m not asking for sympathy just, just trying to explain.” Lowering his head, he rested it on his knees again. ”I...it doesn’t come easily to me. I...they used to torture me if I cried. And I was punished if I comforted others. So...I didn’t, for a long time. I-I only started again when I was...when I was shown kindness. Because, that, it showed me there was another way and that everything I’d been through had…” Had been for naught, hadn’t needed to happen, hadn’t been strictly necessary and that had overcome the defenses he’d constructed over the years. ”Again, I will try. But I don’t think I’ll ever be good at it.” Remi probably wouldn’t understand that the summoner simply wasn’t equipped to speak freely, at least not now.
As the alchemist pulled away, the Launceleyn moved to rest one hand on the other man’s shoulder. There was more, and it was as awful as the first set of images, though more scattered and fragmented. However, they got through them, and Loren understood enough. When it was over, the summoner squeezed Remi’s shoulder.
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