Love mends even the broken parts
As Maea spoke, Loren remained quiet. He just continued giving Astra gentle scratches and rubs, drawing a contented bleat from the luxere. When the pale woman finished, and reached up to stroke his hair, he leaned into the touch a little bit, some of the tension draining out of him. "I'm sorry you were...are...made to feel that way."
Glancing at her, he bit his lip. "In Caido, I've always tried to see magic as a gift. To tell myself that the gods don't answer not because of our nature, but because we have the capability to help ourselves. I know that's not right but..." Voice trailing off, he shrugged, giving her a rueful smile.
However, he found himself unable to meet her gaze. {cay}"You might think that way." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "But not everyone does." Grimacing, he closed his eyes. "I've been told that I...play up my victimhood. Use it as an excuse to...be cruel. And sad. That I never take responsibility or hold myself accountable for anything." His voice sounded very quiet, and very lost.
Glancing at her, he bit his lip. "In Caido, I've always tried to see magic as a gift. To tell myself that the gods don't answer not because of our nature, but because we have the capability to help ourselves. I know that's not right but..." Voice trailing off, he shrugged, giving her a rueful smile.
However, he found himself unable to meet her gaze. {cay}"You might think that way." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "But not everyone does." Grimacing, he closed his eyes. "I've been told that I...play up my victimhood. Use it as an excuse to...be cruel. And sad. That I never take responsibility or hold myself accountable for anything." His voice sounded very quiet, and very lost.
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