WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”That entirely depends on what you find exciting, don’t you think?” Neron grinned, though he couldn’t deny that Morgan’s approach was ever the practical one. Granted, what she found exciting seemed to be the relationship between Neron and his twin, and he couldn’t deny his curiosity at her questioning. But he did provide answers, at least.
”You’re correct,” he says with a nod. ”I acted the way I did on the whims of a family more powerful than I could ever be alone. I was a child, but that doesn’t excuse that I was cruel.” He spread his hands, as if to say that it was Loren’s choice, however much or little he chose to interact with Neron now. They’d built a bridge, it was true, but the bridge was flimsy at best.
Arching an eyebrow and watching the way she looked him over, like he was a choice cut of meat, Neron bowed his head in acknowledgement. ”Does it matter?” he wondered. ”It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, as you have said yourself.”
”You’re correct,” he says with a nod. ”I acted the way I did on the whims of a family more powerful than I could ever be alone. I was a child, but that doesn’t excuse that I was cruel.” He spread his hands, as if to say that it was Loren’s choice, however much or little he chose to interact with Neron now. They’d built a bridge, it was true, but the bridge was flimsy at best.
Arching an eyebrow and watching the way she looked him over, like he was a choice cut of meat, Neron bowed his head in acknowledgement. ”Does it matter?” he wondered. ”It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, as you have said yourself.”
