LOREN
He let her cry into his chest, not having anywhere else to go or anything else to do, and not knowing how to get there or how to do it even if he did. His own tears continued flowing, the one's that had only come in fits and starts since Abasi's death now coming in a still silent flood. All Loren did was continue to hold Maea and cry as she did.
As her fist slammed down on him, though it startled a laugh from him, one that came out half-choked. However, its echoes faded quickly. "Here. Half-dead, on a frozen rooftop. With you, crying in my arms because of something I did." The sobbing made it a little hard to get the words out, but he managed. "How is that not lost?" The despair in his voice was evident.
As her fist slammed down on him, though it startled a laugh from him, one that came out half-choked. However, its echoes faded quickly. "Here. Half-dead, on a frozen rooftop. With you, crying in my arms because of something I did." The sobbing made it a little hard to get the words out, but he managed. "How is that not lost?" The despair in his voice was evident.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
