LOREN
Loren nodded at Morgan’s question. "We are, yes. He is my twin, after all.” Glancing at her, he gave her a considering look. "I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have about it." Again, his voice came out neutrally polite, without any hint of his emotions or thoughts (though he didn't really have many of the former at the moment).
Listening to her explanation of what exactly she was responsible with that same almost blank expression on his face, he nodded again at the end of it. "I understand. And I am looking forward to working with you and your soldiers, though I imagine the less we see of each other, the better, given what my work entails." The words were polished, and although they lacked much spark they were true enough.
Listening to her explanation of what exactly she was responsible with that same almost blank expression on his face, he nodded again at the end of it. "I understand. And I am looking forward to working with you and your soldiers, though I imagine the less we see of each other, the better, given what my work entails." The words were polished, and although they lacked much spark they were true enough.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
