Forsake your loved ones, to protect yourself.
Delphine averted her gaze from the man, sighing quietly. "Seems it." That was all there was to say about that. She didn't care enough to look at the man, or perhaps she couldn't bring herself to look at him. He was exhibiting emotions that she was feeling, and masking.
"You don't have to teach me to let me grind ingredients," she murmured. It was true, at least. The thought of an apology had briefly crossed her mind, but she wasn't sure what to apologize for.
What had directly affected Loren? She wasn't sure, or perhaps she didn't want to outright admit her part in hurting someone. So instead, she murmured, "I did use to do this, you know. I could do the simple, mindless tasks."
Some part of her wanted to prove she wasn't useless. It was like trying to please her brother, or doing anything Bellamy asked just to get a little moment of praise.
"You don't have to teach me to let me grind ingredients," she murmured. It was true, at least. The thought of an apology had briefly crossed her mind, but she wasn't sure what to apologize for.
What had directly affected Loren? She wasn't sure, or perhaps she didn't want to outright admit her part in hurting someone. So instead, she murmured, "I did use to do this, you know. I could do the simple, mindless tasks."
Some part of her wanted to prove she wasn't useless. It was like trying to please her brother, or doing anything Bellamy asked just to get a little moment of praise.
