LOREN
Loren clenched his jaw. ”You didn’t answer my question.” Tilting his head, he regarded Sunjata with a cool and hard gaze. ”What does friendship mean to you?" There was still something low and almost a little dangerous in the summoner's voice. "And what do you actually know about me?"However, as the bartender spoke of hope, the Launceleyn's eyes and voice both shattered, leaving nothing but an empty dullness in their wake. "Good for them." He paused, staring into the distance, away from the other man. "But I don't have a whole lot to be hopeful about right now." The admission came out quietly.
Loren's eyes flicked to Sunjata and then away as they turned to corner to yet another stack. "I know." Stopping, the summoner picked up the top book on the pile with his telekinesis, then slid it into place using more of the same before continuing on. "Doesn't stop me from blaming myself." He shot the bartender a pointed look. "And before you get all weird about it, I know I shouldn't blame myself. My head does at least." The Launceleyn hesitated. "Doesn't stop my heart from asking what if." With that, he picked up the pace, walking angrily to the next shelf.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
