LOREN
As Phoebe kept speaking, Loren’s eyes narrowed. ”I can describe what it was like just fine.” That wasn’t the problem. No, the problem was with exactly how horrible it had been to begin with, and how horribly it had scarred and warped him. Maybe that was why, when the healer asked which the Launceleyn preferred, he turned back to the table; to him, it didn’t really matter which he liked better, though the answer was obvious. ”She’s returning. Zariah, I mean.” So there would be opposition, and there wasn’t much time left. He didn’t bother to explain how he knew that, since it wasn’t important.
Glancing over at the midwife, the summoner bit his lip. ”But if she doesn’t, and something happens to me, would you take Beatrix and Jace in? Maybe show them that better future.” He couldn’t assume he, or anyone else would survive LongNight, especially given that he knew he was incredibly likely to do something foolish during the dark week. And Remi's words about making plans echoed in Loren's ears. Moreover, he knew he was ill equipped to show them the kindness they'd need to break free of their conditioning.
Glancing over at the midwife, the summoner bit his lip. ”But if she doesn’t, and something happens to me, would you take Beatrix and Jace in? Maybe show them that better future.” He couldn’t assume he, or anyone else would survive LongNight, especially given that he knew he was incredibly likely to do something foolish during the dark week. And Remi's words about making plans echoed in Loren's ears. Moreover, he knew he was ill equipped to show them the kindness they'd need to break free of their conditioning.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
