LOREN
At Oia’i’o and Kaimana’s callous conversation, something in Loren snapped. The ice Neron had used to protect his younger twin from the world (too little, too late, under the circumstances and ever again) shattered like his broken heart as his magic lashed out, sending icy splinters raining around the clearing. As they did, he screamed, the sound inhuman.
He stood, murder in his eyes. Turning slowly, he regarded the children of Rae with a burning hatred that for a moment prevented him from finding his voice. But only for a moment. ”You heartless monsters.” There was a mindless fury in the words.
Without thinking, his fingertips shifted into claws. Snarling, he spat at their feet before they could depart. Then he knelt to gather Abasi’s corpse and stagger blindly away.
He stood, murder in his eyes. Turning slowly, he regarded the children of Rae with a burning hatred that for a moment prevented him from finding his voice. But only for a moment. ”You heartless monsters.” There was a mindless fury in the words.
Without thinking, his fingertips shifted into claws. Snarling, he spat at their feet before they could depart. Then he knelt to gather Abasi’s corpse and stagger blindly away.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
