whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
"Well your awareness won't bring them back. Gods, Sunjata. Peter was my family." It came out just a little too loudly, a little too forcefully, and a little too sharply.Knocking back the latest mug, Loren tapped for another. He'd been trying to cut back on the drinking, but despite his best efforts he always came back to it. "What do you mean, you too?" Giving Sunjata an appraising look, the healer felt tears spring to his eyes, ones that he (as always) did his best to blink away.
Taking the latest mug (too many, too fast, but who cared at this point) he stared into it as he had been when the bartender first came upon the Launceleyn. "Did you consider what facing a dragon might entail? And whether it was worth whatever Safrin asked of you? He swallowed, a twisted grimace crossing his lips. "Because I could've told you what it might be like."
what goes, let go
LOREN
