things and how they seem

there's light at the edge of the darkness

Sighing, Loren bit his lip and ran a nervous hand through his hair. ”Yes.” He gave Oia’i’o a faint smile. ”Yes.” Then he let out a huff of laughter. ”Yes. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” The summoner tilted his head and gave her a quizzical look. ”Is that all we are to you? Experiments?” There was a troubled look in his eyes.

Shrugging, the Launceleyn found himself drumming his fingers against his thigh again. ”Probably. Nobody ever accused me of being rational or level headed.” The corner of his lips quirked up though all traces of amusement slipped away. ”There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re different, but different doesn’t mean wrong.” His voice was laced with a quiet intensity.

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