whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
At Amalia's despair, Loren forced himself to stir. He gave Astra one last squeeze, before reaching for the baker. Tentatively, he laid a hand on her shoulder, afraid of what she might do at the contact. "You didn't kill them." It came out softly, barely above a whisper, but the healer's conviction practically blazed through his link with the baker. "Failing to protect them is not the same as killing them. And it is absolutely not your fault."Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he closed his eyes. Letting his hand fall from her, he shifted to hug one arm to himself. "Otherwise the blood of everyone who died at Fiat Lux is on my hands." The words were still spoken in that quiet tone.
"You didn't know what would happen. It sounds like it happened suddenly. Hindsight is..." His voice trailed off, since he knew she probably wouldn't react well if he continued.
what goes, let go
LOREN
