The white sheep of the family
As Remi criticized his own advice, Loren just sipped his beer, not even looking at the alchemist. "More like prescient." The bitterness had faded away to the dullness that the healer was becoming increasingly familiar with.
However, he almost snarled at the other man's question. "I don't remember questioning your approach to grief." Gulping down the rest of the drink, the Launceleyn slammed it down on the bar.
Then he turned to face Remi. "Maybe I was hoping to see you here. Maybe I was looking for a good time. Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe I was hoping something would kill me instead for a change. Does it matter?"
Though Loren's words were a bit slurred, his eyes and tone grew chilly. "No it doesn't. I left. Right away. Left the Hollowed Ground behind me entirely, since I didn't have anything or anyone keeping me there anymore. And I didn't exactly care where I ended up." Shrugging, he turned back to the bar, leaning on both elbows now.
However, he almost snarled at the other man's question. "I don't remember questioning your approach to grief." Gulping down the rest of the drink, the Launceleyn slammed it down on the bar.
Then he turned to face Remi. "Maybe I was hoping to see you here. Maybe I was looking for a good time. Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe I was hoping something would kill me instead for a change. Does it matter?"
Though Loren's words were a bit slurred, his eyes and tone grew chilly. "No it doesn't. I left. Right away. Left the Hollowed Ground behind me entirely, since I didn't have anything or anyone keeping me there anymore. And I didn't exactly care where I ended up." Shrugging, he turned back to the bar, leaning on both elbows now.
Will blood tell
