LOREN
There wasn’t anything Loren could do to atone, though he had indeed been trying. ”Not every mistake can be fixed.” And sometimes people were irrevocably broken as well. Unlike Phoebe, who hadn’t been in control of herself, the summoner had a choice. Granted, he hadn’t exactly been at his sanest, but even then he could’ve found some way to claw out of the darkness that had swamped his mind.
Instead, he’d given in to it.
Hopefully he didn’t have to explain to the Dean of the Medical College how dangerous head wounds could be. ”No just about it. Are you dizzy? Headache? Flashing lights?” While his healing magic was powerful—more powerful than he’d ever possibly imagined it could be—that was no excuse not to be thorough. At her laughter and he gratitude, he shook his head. ”Don’t thank me. You got hurt because of me.” She seemed fine, however, and he stepped back and let his hand fall to his side.
Instead, he’d given in to it.
Hopefully he didn’t have to explain to the Dean of the Medical College how dangerous head wounds could be. ”No just about it. Are you dizzy? Headache? Flashing lights?” While his healing magic was powerful—more powerful than he’d ever possibly imagined it could be—that was no excuse not to be thorough. At her laughter and he gratitude, he shook his head. ”Don’t thank me. You got hurt because of me.” She seemed fine, however, and he stepped back and let his hand fall to his side.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
