LOREN
Loren let out an unhappy rumble, and pawed anxiously at the ground. You have, and I appreciate that you trusted me with that. But what do you know about me? About my past? Rising back to his feet, he began pacing again, as if trying to outrun the inevitable conversation.
I'm...I'm not. It was a weak thought, and he immediately followed up on it. If you knew my family, if you'd met my actual brothers, knew what they did to me, to each other, what I tried and failed to do to them, you wouldn't be nearly so quick as to call me kin. Remembered fear coursed through him and he let out a snarl.
I'm...I'm not. It was a weak thought, and he immediately followed up on it. If you knew my family, if you'd met my actual brothers, knew what they did to me, to each other, what I tried and failed to do to them, you wouldn't be nearly so quick as to call me kin. Remembered fear coursed through him and he let out a snarl.
DON'T CARE
