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Loren snorted, and shook his head sadly. "Does it matter, what causes my madness? What excuses I use? And does it matter if others are equally broken?" From his tone, it was clear that he thought none of that mattered.
Laughing humorlessly at Jigano's question, the healer took a long pull. "Of course I feel guilty. How could I not?" Honestly his voice was a bit incredulous. "And if I never let them in, I won't miss them when they're gone." Even in the depths of his despair, though, he didn't really believe that, and he screwed his eyes shut as he tried to block out the tendrils of guilt and unease the question brought up.
"Haven't heard any complaints yet." Toasting to that, he smirked a bit. "Haven't heard much of anything at all, really from him or anyone else." Opening his eyes, he looked at the bard. "As fine as anything else in my life."
Laughing humorlessly at Jigano's question, the healer took a long pull. "Of course I feel guilty. How could I not?" Honestly his voice was a bit incredulous. "And if I never let them in, I won't miss them when they're gone." Even in the depths of his despair, though, he didn't really believe that, and he screwed his eyes shut as he tried to block out the tendrils of guilt and unease the question brought up.
"Haven't heard any complaints yet." Toasting to that, he smirked a bit. "Haven't heard much of anything at all, really from him or anyone else." Opening his eyes, he looked at the bard. "As fine as anything else in my life."
Never judge a book by its cover.
