Love mends even the broken parts
Letting out a huff of nervous and uncomfortable laughter, Loren ran his free hand through his hair. "As someone who takes protectiveness to the point of stifling those I care about, and who is a bit too quick to sacrifice himself to spare others pain, believe me I understand. And I don't think you're power hungry." He gave Maea a slightly chagrined look.
Lowering his hand to stroke Astra gently once more, he bit his lip. "I don't have that many people. In my life I mean. So I guess...I just feel the need to keep those few I do have safe."
He pressed his lips together. "And considering how much I've already suffered, I suppose a little more feels like a small price for me to pay to make sure others aren't hurt as I was." Expression embarrassed, he looked away. "But I...have to let others make their mistakes. Burn themselves on the fire." His jaw feathered with tension at the very thought, or maybe at the admission of how wrong that particular trait of his was.
Lowering his hand to stroke Astra gently once more, he bit his lip. "I don't have that many people. In my life I mean. So I guess...I just feel the need to keep those few I do have safe."
He pressed his lips together. "And considering how much I've already suffered, I suppose a little more feels like a small price for me to pay to make sure others aren't hurt as I was." Expression embarrassed, he looked away. "But I...have to let others make their mistakes. Burn themselves on the fire." His jaw feathered with tension at the very thought, or maybe at the admission of how wrong that particular trait of his was.
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