The Midwife's Wards

Well, that was another sweet sentiment from Phoebe. Sadly, Loren didn’t believe it was true. ”We don’t always get to choose that.” People seemed to feel they had a lot more agency than they really did. However, he knew better than most that people, despite their best efforts, were mostly just products of their upbringing. Whether they broke or grew—another dichotomy he rejected, since one could do both—wasn’t always up to them. ”I didn’t say that.” Of course he got lonely. Everyone got lonely from time to time. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t find it easier to do things on his own: other people just seemed to get in the way, or else they would criticize the way he did things. However, he always got the job done with the minimum amount of harm done to anyone other than himself. Experiencing more pain was easier for him than seeing others go through it, most of the time. Like when he’d lashed out at the healer. ”Then I apologize for how I said what said. And you have my patience, if I have yours.” Seemed he’d be needing a lot of it. LOREN Not quite an open book