if it doesn't burn a little
”I am going to give you a tip. Stop putting yourself down so much. I am entirely capable of being a pretty terrible person, but I’m okay with that, and you don’t hear me say it. You aren’t a terrible person. You’ve maybe made some stupid decisions. Be okay with it and just move on. You are a decent person, Loren.” She gives him a pointed look. Maybe she sees too much good in the midst of all the bad, but then again, someone really needs to find the goodness left in the world. Maybe that was the best part of her. ”I’m guessing Sam would agree with me.” Now she gives him a playful little grin.
She listens as he talks of his future dreams of a family, and she nods slightly. ”There are other ways to have children, though I assume you know that…” she says, trailing off. He seems to have seriously dated enough men, at least one of whom he’d admitted to loving, to know there might be alternatives for children. Women willing to bear them, or simply not wanting the ones they had. ”Maybe The Voice can make you one? You know, I have no idea how that works.” Were there ever Ascended children from the start, or were they all born as something else first? ”Unless he simply doesn’t want them.”
Weaver settles in, leaning against the bookcase as Loren talks, now turned to face him instead of the remaining contents of the shelf. She crosses her arms, though simply in a casual, comfortable way, as he speaks. ”Ah,” she says. ”Remi doesn’t seem like your type. At least, not the Remi I met in Torchline. Obviously I didn’t know him before.” This is clearly not really the crux of the issue, but rather a Weaver tangent. Though her tangents are usually telling, and in this case, simply that there is not judgment from her. ”We all fuck things up,” she says with a shrug, because it is what it is. Even if maybe he’s done it a few more times than the rest of them.
She listens as he talks of his future dreams of a family, and she nods slightly. ”There are other ways to have children, though I assume you know that…” she says, trailing off. He seems to have seriously dated enough men, at least one of whom he’d admitted to loving, to know there might be alternatives for children. Women willing to bear them, or simply not wanting the ones they had. ”Maybe The Voice can make you one? You know, I have no idea how that works.” Were there ever Ascended children from the start, or were they all born as something else first? ”Unless he simply doesn’t want them.”
Weaver settles in, leaning against the bookcase as Loren talks, now turned to face him instead of the remaining contents of the shelf. She crosses her arms, though simply in a casual, comfortable way, as he speaks. ”Ah,” she says. ”Remi doesn’t seem like your type. At least, not the Remi I met in Torchline. Obviously I didn’t know him before.” This is clearly not really the crux of the issue, but rather a Weaver tangent. Though her tangents are usually telling, and in this case, simply that there is not judgment from her. ”We all fuck things up,” she says with a shrug, because it is what it is. Even if maybe he’s done it a few more times than the rest of them.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
