LOREN
Loren shook his head. "I'm not an idiot. Not knowing where to go is being lost. A form of it." Strangely enough, his tone was more petulant and stubborn than before (or perhaps it wasn't that strange, given how thickheaded he was).
When Maea said it couldn't get worse, though, he snorted. "From your mouth to the god's ears." His lips twisted into something ugly. "I'm sure it could get worse. It always has before." The bitterness and bile rose to his throat and his tears redoubled.
"I don't..." Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he cleared his throat. "Don't w-want to be like this. I'm just so, so, I just want someone to tell me what to do." That last part came out in a pathetic tone, and he closed his eyes again. "I don't want to think for a while."
When Maea said it couldn't get worse, though, he snorted. "From your mouth to the god's ears." His lips twisted into something ugly. "I'm sure it could get worse. It always has before." The bitterness and bile rose to his throat and his tears redoubled.
"I don't..." Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he cleared his throat. "Don't w-want to be like this. I'm just so, so, I just want someone to tell me what to do." That last part came out in a pathetic tone, and he closed his eyes again. "I don't want to think for a while."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
