Love mends even the broken parts
The Launceleyn snorted at Remi’s comment. ”Really? And here I was thinking I was doing such a good job hiding it.” Again, the summoner had never claimed to be clever or good with people. The other man had just assumed that, for reasons unknown (or poor reason). Still, the awkwardness, both his and between them, seemed to be easing at least somewhat. Maybe not enough, maybe not fast enough. However, the alchemist just had to go and criticize Loren’s butchering. Turning, he raised his eyebrows, holding his bloody carving knife in one hand. ”No. That’s, is this up to me? But if you think you can do a better job, be my guest.” He stepped back and gestured for Remi to take over.
That seemed a little bit harsh though, especially if this was going to be their last encounter, at least for a while, maybe ever. The Launceleyn tried not to think that way, but it proved impossible. Sighing, he gave the other man a softer look than he had during this entire encounter. ”Listen. If I...if I decide to go to the Temple, and I don’t see you before then, I’m not...I just want to say goodbye. And that I’ll miss you. And that I will see you on the other side.” The summoner tried to muster up a smile, but it wobbled as he felt tears creep into his eyes. This felt too final, somehow.
That seemed a little bit harsh though, especially if this was going to be their last encounter, at least for a while, maybe ever. The Launceleyn tried not to think that way, but it proved impossible. Sighing, he gave the other man a softer look than he had during this entire encounter. ”Listen. If I...if I decide to go to the Temple, and I don’t see you before then, I’m not...I just want to say goodbye. And that I’ll miss you. And that I will see you on the other side.” The summoner tried to muster up a smile, but it wobbled as he felt tears creep into his eyes. This felt too final, somehow.
loren
