whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren just shrugged again at Sunjata's lack of fear. "Underestimate me at your peril." Though the healer's tone was flat, and that might've under some circumstances been construed as a joke, he was honestly telling the truth there."Yes. Your infamous track record." As the bartender went on to explain how much better it was with Maea, the Launceleyn snorted disbelievingly. "Low bar, you've got to admit." There wasn't any animosity in the words, though they were cruel enough in their own way.
At the other man's question, Loren found himself responding immediately and without hesitation. "Of course I think it's reasonable." Turning to give Sunjata a sad look, the healer bit his lip. "I never got to tell Abasi I loved him. Now...I'm just...terrified of ever letting anyone in again. I definitely don't think I'll love again for a long time, if ever. Because...I feel like bad things happen to those around me. And I'm...not sure how much more loss I can take before..." His voice trailed off, since he didn't feel like he actually needed to finish that thought.
Turning away, he closed his eyes. "I know the truth is that bad things will happen whether I'm there or not. But that, it doesn't help." Sighing, he opened his eyes so that he could blink away a sudden bout of tears.
what goes, let go
LOREN
