The white sheep of the family
Even though the alchemist’s tone caused Loren to flinch again, he stood where he was, voice firm. ”Cera mattered, yes. But did his body? Enough to risk lives over?” He sighed. ”I know you’ll say yes, because you risked your life for it. But I don’t think that was a risk worth taking.” As Remi talked about the fire, though, the summoner bit his lip. ”I’m sorry. For bringing it up, and for your loss. It's awful, on top of everything else you've lost already.” Despite everything, his voice came out truly apologetically, though it didn't stop him from walking away.
Although he knew that he should’ve just left well enough alone, the Launceleyn felt his nostrils flaring. So after dumping his armful of texts, he turned and marched right back to the alchemist’s desk. ”Listen. I am truly sorry for all the pain I caused you. And Ronin. I don't know how many more times or ways I can say it, and at this point I seriously doubt you'd even believe me." He paused for a brief moment, lips pressed into a line.
"But you have caused me pain as well.” Loren’s voice quivered somewhat. ”And you haven’t bothered apologizing for any of it, or even admitting it. At least not lately. Not to me.” Loren’s voice came out shockingly steady, though pain lurked in his eyes. ”At least I am trying to make amends. Poorly, but trying." He took a deep, shuddering breath as his fists clenched.
"I don’t know what you want from me, Remi. I don’t know if you even want anything from me.” His voice trailed off as he bit his lip. ”I don’t know what anyone wants from me.” His eyes searched the other man’s features for some hint of what he was feeling. ”But maybe figure it out before you go around making accusations about me. And if you have a problem with me, at least do me the courtesy of talking to me about it, instead of stewing.” Loren held his breath, trying to keep further words from spilling out.
Although he knew that he should’ve just left well enough alone, the Launceleyn felt his nostrils flaring. So after dumping his armful of texts, he turned and marched right back to the alchemist’s desk. ”Listen. I am truly sorry for all the pain I caused you. And Ronin. I don't know how many more times or ways I can say it, and at this point I seriously doubt you'd even believe me." He paused for a brief moment, lips pressed into a line.
"But you have caused me pain as well.” Loren’s voice quivered somewhat. ”And you haven’t bothered apologizing for any of it, or even admitting it. At least not lately. Not to me.” Loren’s voice came out shockingly steady, though pain lurked in his eyes. ”At least I am trying to make amends. Poorly, but trying." He took a deep, shuddering breath as his fists clenched.
"I don’t know what you want from me, Remi. I don’t know if you even want anything from me.” His voice trailed off as he bit his lip. ”I don’t know what anyone wants from me.” His eyes searched the other man’s features for some hint of what he was feeling. ”But maybe figure it out before you go around making accusations about me. And if you have a problem with me, at least do me the courtesy of talking to me about it, instead of stewing.” Loren held his breath, trying to keep further words from spilling out.
Will blood tell
