whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
The herb was fine, and Loren tied off the clasps of the pack to prevent it from further potential harm. He didn’t actually speak for a long time. Instead, he stared off into the distance, his eyes focusing on everything and nothing at the same time. Finally he sighed, and gave her a sad look. "Resentment is...it's really powerful. It makes you do some really stupid things." Biting his lip, he rubbed his hands on his thighs. "Just try to...try to remember that even when it feels easier to push people away, to shut them out, it's really, it's really not. Not in the long run." His voice came out softly, and with a great deal of sorrow. "Because you never know when they might be taken away from you forever."
Then he shook his head, and his neutral mask slid back into place.
what goes, let go
LOREN
