LOREN
As Phoebe squeezed Loren’s hand, his eyes flicked towards it, but he didn’t move beyond a slight tensing of his shoulders. Still, that was all the reaction he showed to the comfort she attempted to provide. At least he didn’t flinch away as he might have once upon a time. She could be as sorry as she wanted: it wouldn’t change his past or make him feel much better about his present. ”I know there are other types of strength.” He just didn’t know if he believed in them, or was capable of embracing them, not that it stopped him from trying.
Apparently, it was so incredibly obvious that Beatrix and Jace wouldn’t want to be with the summoner and would choose Zariah that even the midwife accepted it. Finally, he turned to regard her, eyes still haunted. ”So that’s all I can offer them? A chance and a choice?” He wasn’t saying he would do it; however, it felt quite small in the grand scheme of things. Of course, as the healer talked about LongNight he was reminded that sometimes all anyone had was a chance. ”I know.” There didn’t seem to be much else to say.
Apparently, it was so incredibly obvious that Beatrix and Jace wouldn’t want to be with the summoner and would choose Zariah that even the midwife accepted it. Finally, he turned to regard her, eyes still haunted. ”So that’s all I can offer them? A chance and a choice?” He wasn’t saying he would do it; however, it felt quite small in the grand scheme of things. Of course, as the healer talked about LongNight he was reminded that sometimes all anyone had was a chance. ”I know.” There didn’t seem to be much else to say.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
