LOREN
As Maea asked him what death was, he froze. "You'd know what Mort's realm is like far better than I." He sighed, and hugged his arm more tightly against his side. "A release. Rest. Respite." It came out softly, spoken more towards himself than to her.
Answering what he thought life was wasn't going to be any easier for him. Lowering his arms, he clenched his hands into fists so hard that he drew blood. Then he shook his head a little sadly. "Struggle." Because that what it had been, clawing his way to the light for brief moments before getting dragged back down into the darkness.
Answering what he thought life was wasn't going to be any easier for him. Lowering his arms, he clenched his hands into fists so hard that he drew blood. Then he shook his head a little sadly. "Struggle." Because that what it had been, clawing his way to the light for brief moments before getting dragged back down into the darkness.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
