whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren practically snarled at Sunjata's next comment, grief writ large on the healer's features. "So what? Since when do you listen to other people?" Again, his fingers grew white-knuckled on his mug. As the bartender revealed that they were planning to use Coffee's body, the Launceleyn swallowed, a hard lump suddenly in his throats. "Gods." Taking a long drink, he found himself staring into his mug after.
"The last thing I told Peter was to not make the same mistakes I did. To do what made him happy." The words came out in a soft and broken tone. "Why is it always..." His voice trailed off, since he knew he wouldn't like the answer to whatever question he was going to ask.
what goes, let go
LOREN
