LOREN
Loren just stared at Maea "But you have a better sense of what Mort's realm is than an Outlander who has barely spent any time here." Strangely enough, his voice seemed fairly certain on that point.
Letting out a bitter laugh, he shook his head. "In between? Not sure I have any more answers than you do. Things just do what is in their nature to do. They are born, they grow, they eat, they fuck, they die, they kill, they are killed. Survival and procreation. There's nothing comprehensible about it, to us mortals at least."
Crossing his arms, he looked at her, eyes still haunted. "You're right. The only reason is the reason that we give it because we have, for some reason, been blessed with the ability to think." His voice came out in a broken whisper.
Letting out a bitter laugh, he shook his head. "In between? Not sure I have any more answers than you do. Things just do what is in their nature to do. They are born, they grow, they eat, they fuck, they die, they kill, they are killed. Survival and procreation. There's nothing comprehensible about it, to us mortals at least."
Crossing his arms, he looked at her, eyes still haunted. "You're right. The only reason is the reason that we give it because we have, for some reason, been blessed with the ability to think." His voice came out in a broken whisper.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
