LOREN
Loren let out an unhappy snarl. For a brief moment, rage overtook him before he shoved it aside. In its place was a bone-deep depression, one he tried and increasingly failed to hide from the world. Well, the world doesn't seem to care what I deserve, or want, or need. He began pacing again, steps increasingly fast as he grew more agitated.
It wasn't just my brothers. It was all of them. All of my kin. They...they tortured me. Over and over and over again. And you want to know the worst part. Suddenly, he stopped, and stared directly at Oliver, eyes piercing. They told me it was in the name of love.
Resuming his walk, exhaustion caused him to slow, but anxiety kept him moving. So I don't need more brothers, or a family. Because I don't know how to have one that doesn't cause me pain, and that I don't cause pain in turn. The admission came with a healthy dose of guilt.
It wasn't just my brothers. It was all of them. All of my kin. They...they tortured me. Over and over and over again. And you want to know the worst part. Suddenly, he stopped, and stared directly at Oliver, eyes piercing. They told me it was in the name of love.
Resuming his walk, exhaustion caused him to slow, but anxiety kept him moving. So I don't need more brothers, or a family. Because I don't know how to have one that doesn't cause me pain, and that I don't cause pain in turn. The admission came with a healthy dose of guilt.
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