The white sheep of the family
As Remi pinched his nose, Loren rubbed his temples. ”Gods, what a mess.” Then he paused and gave the alchemist a guilty look.
As the other man asked his twin, the summoner bit his lip. ”Neron was my identical twin. And...this man had a different face.” He hesitated, foot tapping once more. "Still, he claimed to...know me. To be the actual Neron. But I didn't believe him." The anxiety in his voice was clear. "But...my instincts told me it was him. I didn't listen to them, but maybe I should have. I don't know if it would've help though..." His voice trailed off. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on his arms and closed his eyes. "I made a mess of that, too. Guess that's my special talent." There was absolutely no humor or mirth in the Launceleyn's voice.
As the other man asked his twin, the summoner bit his lip. ”Neron was my identical twin. And...this man had a different face.” He hesitated, foot tapping once more. "Still, he claimed to...know me. To be the actual Neron. But I didn't believe him." The anxiety in his voice was clear. "But...my instincts told me it was him. I didn't listen to them, but maybe I should have. I don't know if it would've help though..." His voice trailed off. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on his arms and closed his eyes. "I made a mess of that, too. Guess that's my special talent." There was absolutely no humor or mirth in the Launceleyn's voice.
Will blood tell
