LOREN
Apparently, Loren wasn’t the only one with misgivings about Frey; his eyes flicked to Amalia as she voiced her feelings about them. ”I’ve only met them twice, and...I don’t know that they don’t care so much as they expect us to solve our problems on our own.” Staring at the half-eaten bowl of soup, the summoner found himself rubbing his hand on his leg nervously, though maybe that was the excited kind of nerves. It wasn’t like his encounters had been unpleasant.
He bit his lip as the baker tried to offer him more encouragement. ”It does. But I was raised to be a weapon, nothing more. And...part of me still wants to be on the front lines.” It never got any easier to say, but the truth of the matter was he’d been trained for combat, expected to hold his own, and he could. However, that sometimes made him more than a little inclined to self-sacrifice when it might be easier to let others fight battles instead. ”Though from what I was told, setting corrupted Ascendeds on fire might cause explosions.” Hopefully he didn’t need to explain to her how bad that could get.
He bit his lip as the baker tried to offer him more encouragement. ”It does. But I was raised to be a weapon, nothing more. And...part of me still wants to be on the front lines.” It never got any easier to say, but the truth of the matter was he’d been trained for combat, expected to hold his own, and he could. However, that sometimes made him more than a little inclined to self-sacrifice when it might be easier to let others fight battles instead. ”Though from what I was told, setting corrupted Ascendeds on fire might cause explosions.” Hopefully he didn’t need to explain to her how bad that could get.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
