LOREN
Sighing, Loren finally looked down at his clothes again, unable to meet Neron's gaze any longer. "I will." The healer's response came out barely above a whisper, but it was a promise he'd already made to multiple people, and he owed his brother at least that much.
At the Hailstorm's question, though, the Firebrand ran a hand through his hair. "Morgan, Remi, Ronin, and Amalia came to see me. They informed me that the majority of people wanted me to give the metal to the Voice. Since I mostly agreed with them anyway, I did." Falling silent, he took a deep breath. There was more to the story than that, but it didn't really matter, at least in his mind.
At the Hailstorm's question, though, the Firebrand ran a hand through his hair. "Morgan, Remi, Ronin, and Amalia came to see me. They informed me that the majority of people wanted me to give the metal to the Voice. Since I mostly agreed with them anyway, I did." Falling silent, he took a deep breath. There was more to the story than that, but it didn't really matter, at least in his mind.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
