whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren shrugged at Amalia's response, stepping back to let her take over the mixing bowl. "It's not for everyone. But neither is the Hollowed Ground." For a moment, his expression grew stricken before he smoothed it into a neutral mask. Still, he couldn't prevent the sorrow from bleeding through his link to her.As she told him they'd been the same, he rubbed the back of his head a bit nervously. Shaking his head at her offer, he sighed. "Thanks, but we make do. Besides, there are people, in both the Ground and Halo that need it far more than I do." Indeed, while he was still thin, his frame had lost the gauntness that seemed to worry people so much.
what goes, let go
LOREN
