haven't we been here before

Making a disgusted sound as Delphine stood there silently, Loren just continued to work on the medicines. He actually pulled out another mortar and pestle and started working on two batches at once, his hands and his magic working in tandem. When she finally did speak he scoffed again. Not looking up, he pressed his lips together. The anger had already left his face, replaced by a bone-deep sorrow. "Yeah, well, again, hate to break the news and all, but sometimes what we intend and what we actually end up doing don't line up." That came out in an icy, but quietly furious. Underneath that was guilt, though. "Like I said earlier, you don't even know what I'm making. And I don't have time to teach you. Anything." Perhaps if she hadn't slapped him, perhaps if their history hadn't been so charged, or perhaps if she'd apologized even once for her actions instead of laying them before him without shame he would've been kinder, even in the midst of his grief. Or perhaps she was just a convenient target for the self-hatred that always bubbled just below his surface. LOREN Not quite an open book