whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Morgan spoke, Loren nodded in understanding. "Again, I'm sorry." Although his brow had furrowed, and he was slightly confused, he managed to press his lips together to prevent himself from asking an intrusive and unwelcome question.As the Captain went on to explain what she meant by wars—which weren't wars at all, but skirmishes—he moved to lean against the wall by the memorial. "I see." He smiled faintly at her, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I suppose it is a testament to your father, you, and your men that we haven't seen such skirmishes recently. Or if we have, that the casualties haven't needed my services."
what goes, let go
LOREN
