there's light at the edge of the darkness
Shrugging, not at all bothered by Amalia’s gentle teasing, Loren continued weaving her basket. ”I never said it was a good excuse, or that I was particularly introspective.” As she shifted to using telepathy, however, he glanced over at her. His eyes studied her features for a long and silent moment. No, of course not. But they're only Launceleyns in name, at least for now. His thoughts grew sad as he considered Peter, Beatrix, and Jace, all wrapped in Zariah's web.
It was almost a relief when the baker turned the conversation to philosophy. The summoner found himself biting his lip. "It's not all about intentions. Outcomes have to matter too." There was a great deal of guilt in that reply, since he'd almost always had the best of intentions.
And he'd hurt people anyway.
It was almost a relief when the baker turned the conversation to philosophy. The summoner found himself biting his lip. "It's not all about intentions. Outcomes have to matter too." There was a great deal of guilt in that reply, since he'd almost always had the best of intentions.
And he'd hurt people anyway.
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