LOREN
If all Phoebe knew was what Loren had told her and what she’d told him, then she didn’t know the half, or most important bits of it. The oath, yes, and the fighting, and the self-sufficiency and survival skills, but that was just the beginning. And it wasn’t the heart of it. ”My family used to torture me because I was too weak to be useful.” His voice came out distantly, as if someone else was speaking; even though he’d told this tale many times by now, that didn’t make it any easier.
Everyone kept telling him things that they thought were easy. Or maybe they knew how difficult it was, yet suggested it anyway, as if he knew how to do it or was capable of it. In this particular case, he knew what he wanted might not matter. ”Beatrix would go back to Zariah in a heartbeat, and Jace would follow.” And a fight between the summoner and his cousin would just hurt the children.
He listened to the midwife’s words, and he caught the nuances of it. ”Should.” Not would, not anything definitely, but just a chance. And that wasn’t getting into what might happen if people—himself included—decided to make poor life decisions.
Everyone kept telling him things that they thought were easy. Or maybe they knew how difficult it was, yet suggested it anyway, as if he knew how to do it or was capable of it. In this particular case, he knew what he wanted might not matter. ”Beatrix would go back to Zariah in a heartbeat, and Jace would follow.” And a fight between the summoner and his cousin would just hurt the children.
He listened to the midwife’s words, and he caught the nuances of it. ”Should.” Not would, not anything definitely, but just a chance. And that wasn’t getting into what might happen if people—himself included—decided to make poor life decisions.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
