whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Although Loren knew better, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Maea’s response. ”You asked me for examples of things I couldn’t do. I gave them. Not my fault you didn’t like the answer.” His words came out in between pants, but even with that there was a great deal of incredulity in them, about as much as the look she'd turned on him if not more.As he skidded around a corner, he ducked under a low-hanging branch. The crack of stone against wood drew his eyes instinctively. However, his training and prior experience took over. Turning back to the direction he'd just been facing, he flung out a hand.
Just in time too, as squirrels had poked their head out and were readying their thorns, taking advantage of the distraction of the unexpected sound. The wall of water he'd called up swept them out of the way. "Would be nice. You're right, though, I do feel bad about myself, because my best friends' children just died, among other casualties, because I couldn't protect them. Which is all I wanted. And then some of my friends went crazy, and then they disappeared. And one of my other friends is crippled, maybe for life, and my cousin has threatened to kill me. So I've got actual problems to deal with. He glared at her.
"I'm curious. What do you want? To be loved like Amalia? To be powerful like me? Because if you're looking for respect, you're going about it in the worst way possible." He shook his head. "Actually, don't answer that. Let's go." With that, he took off again, weaving through the dizzying paths of the Labyrinth. The hedges were thinning, and the sky was clearly visible overhead now.
what goes, let go
LOREN
