Love mends even the broken parts
Frey’s grin was returned with a savage one from Loren. "Yes." This time, his voice came out swiftly and strongly, without a hint of hesitation. He took a deep breath, trying to firm his still weakened body. His spirit, however, was unbowed. "I choose strength." The words felt right in his mouth, tasted good. "I choose myself." He'd earned that right, despite what others might think. And his strength had never came from his magic, or his body. It had always stemmed from the fact that he was a stubborn asshole who refused to give up even long after other people would have concluded it was hopeless.
So sue him.
So sue him.
loren