LOREN
Sighing, Loren let his head hang. Kicking his feet in the air, he shrugged. "Sounds about right." He glanced at Maea, lips twisted into a mockery of a smile. "Because I just...can't...I don't believe it. Alright? The comfort or the, that I..." Making a disgusted sound, he buried his face in his hands.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to raise his head. "I just...not much." He shrugged. "Astra. Because even though I still think she'd be better off without me, she feels differently, more's the pity. Work I guess. Beyond that?" Glancing over at her, he bit his lip. "Just the next thrill. Whatever form that takes." But they tasted more and more hollow as time went on.
"And I just...know I couldn't go through with it." He didn't say why he knew that, but he knew.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to raise his head. "I just...not much." He shrugged. "Astra. Because even though I still think she'd be better off without me, she feels differently, more's the pity. Work I guess. Beyond that?" Glancing over at her, he bit his lip. "Just the next thrill. Whatever form that takes." But they tasted more and more hollow as time went on.
"And I just...know I couldn't go through with it." He didn't say why he knew that, but he knew.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
