Love mends even the broken parts
Apparently Loren’s words were still insufficient, given that Remi didn’t seem to understand what the Launceleyn was trying to say. That was probably at least partially his fault: he hadn’t exactly been consistent or trustworthy in his dealings with the alchemist. However, the other man also just seemed to now assume everything the summoner said was wrong or tainted somehow. ”I am showing her a better way. However, I’m also fighting against ten years of indoctrination, an indoctrination I’m still struggling with as well. I’m not going to be able to undo that in a season.” He might never be able to undo it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.
However, at the mention of giving up his last name—something that Jigano had suggested as well, which was more than a bit funny—Loren sighed, and shook his head. ”There’s still a chance for Beatrix and Jace. And Peter.” They all were Launcleyns as well, and the summoner wouldn’t just abandon them. ”Moreover, if I give it up...it feels like I’m letting them win. My ancestors. I’m not saying it’s right that I feel that way. It’s just...how I feel.” Acknowledging that he had let his family’s ways defeat him to the point he had to reject the name was not something he was willing to do, not yet.
As the illusions faded—though they’d been etched into his mind forever—he pulled the other man into another hug, assuming Remi would allow it. There didn’t seem to be much to say, and the summoner had already proven that he was hardly skilled with his words. Maybe standing there in silence, offering what comfort he could, would be best. However, it didn’t feel like enough. ”Thank you. And...I’m sorry.” Mostly for making the alchemist go through all that again.
However, at the mention of giving up his last name—something that Jigano had suggested as well, which was more than a bit funny—Loren sighed, and shook his head. ”There’s still a chance for Beatrix and Jace. And Peter.” They all were Launcleyns as well, and the summoner wouldn’t just abandon them. ”Moreover, if I give it up...it feels like I’m letting them win. My ancestors. I’m not saying it’s right that I feel that way. It’s just...how I feel.” Acknowledging that he had let his family’s ways defeat him to the point he had to reject the name was not something he was willing to do, not yet.
As the illusions faded—though they’d been etched into his mind forever—he pulled the other man into another hug, assuming Remi would allow it. There didn’t seem to be much to say, and the summoner had already proven that he was hardly skilled with his words. Maybe standing there in silence, offering what comfort he could, would be best. However, it didn’t feel like enough. ”Thank you. And...I’m sorry.” Mostly for making the alchemist go through all that again.
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