whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren remained steady in the face of Amalia’s words. Indeed, he even smiled softly, though there was a sad edge to it. ”I personally don’t know of anyone they’ve killed. But they made the world, and death is a part of it, for good and for ill.” His voice was quiet, but firm. ”But they stole Remi’s memories and condemned him to be an Abandoned. Jigano was condemned as well. They forced Rexanna to speak only using innuendo, stealing part of her voice. There are others who they’ve harmed, both when they went to pray and those they’ve cursed.” Taking a sip of his wine, the summoner watched the baker carefully.”I’m not saying The Voice is good. Far from it. And I’m not saying the old gods are not far preferable to the new ones.” He paused, his expression still neutral. ”But they’re not perfect.” And it was clear from his tone that he wouldn’t be convinced otherwise.
He sipped his wine again, then cupped the mug carefully between both hands. ”Aren’t The Voice and the Ascended alive?” Although his words were tentative and he tensed, he didn’t move from where he stood.
what goes, let go
LOREN
