whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren’s expression and tone remained gentle, though it gained a sympathetic edge. ”Yes. She has killed and corrupted.” Taking a deep breath, his voice remained quiet, though his words had gained a bit of an edge. "I'm not denying that. But can you honestly tell me that the old gods have not killed and corrupted as well?" Now it was his turn to search her features for any sign of her thoughts. Lifting his mug, he took a sip of wine as they both moved on from the more fraught conversation. "I don't think you're bad with people at all." He smiled at her. However, it soon faltered. "Can I ask a question?" Taking another drink, he stared into its depths, eyes troubled. "As the Shield of Safrin, aren't you supposed to protect all people, even those you might hate or disagree with?" He spoke in something barely above a whisper.
what goes, let go
LOREN
