LOREN
Loren didn't look at his hands, though he had stopped folding by the time they were speaking. Fingers tightening for a moment on the pants he held at Neron's first statement, the healer forced himself to smooth out the wrinkles. "I know. I know you were suffering, and it was killing me." Tears sprang to his eyes but he refused to let them fall.
"But...I didn't trust the Voice not to use the metal for something that would hurt people down the road. Okay? Not after what she's done in the past. And that would be on me. So I thought, let's try the other option first, even though..." Voice trailing off, he closed his eyes.
"But...I didn't trust the Voice not to use the metal for something that would hurt people down the road. Okay? Not after what she's done in the past. And that would be on me. So I thought, let's try the other option first, even though..." Voice trailing off, he closed his eyes.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
