The white sheep of the family
Biting his lip again, Loren shrugged. ”Both? Everything?” He held up his hands in a helpless gesture before letting them drop to his lap again. ”I just...wanted to stop hurting.” The summoner’s voice came out softly and more than a bit ashamed.
An incredulous expression crossed his face as he continued to stare at Remi. ”I came to drop off the boys after we arrested Roana. I requested to search the boys’ bags for anything that might aid in a potential escape. Phoebe insisted that we wait until the boys sleep, so I stuck around.” The summoner grimaced. ”I know what I did with Sunjata and Lusea wasn’t kind to Phoebe, but how exactly did I treat her, Remi? I was kind to her, though I was also cruel, but I never did or said anything remotely romantic. At least not intentionally.” This time, the Launceleyn’s voice came out almost gently, though the confusion was still evident.
Closing his eyes again, Loren took a deep shuddering breath. ”Well. I’m shitty at putting myself first and at putting others first in equal measure, apparently.” Then he opened them and held up a hand to hopefully forestall whatever response the alchemist might make. ”I don’t know what I’m doing. About anything.” The summoner’s voice came out matter-of-factly, though there was sorrow lurking in his eyes. Sighing, he shook his head, trying to banish his doubts. "Let's go work on your wheel."
An incredulous expression crossed his face as he continued to stare at Remi. ”I came to drop off the boys after we arrested Roana. I requested to search the boys’ bags for anything that might aid in a potential escape. Phoebe insisted that we wait until the boys sleep, so I stuck around.” The summoner grimaced. ”I know what I did with Sunjata and Lusea wasn’t kind to Phoebe, but how exactly did I treat her, Remi? I was kind to her, though I was also cruel, but I never did or said anything remotely romantic. At least not intentionally.” This time, the Launceleyn’s voice came out almost gently, though the confusion was still evident.
Closing his eyes again, Loren took a deep shuddering breath. ”Well. I’m shitty at putting myself first and at putting others first in equal measure, apparently.” Then he opened them and held up a hand to hopefully forestall whatever response the alchemist might make. ”I don’t know what I’m doing. About anything.” The summoner’s voice came out matter-of-factly, though there was sorrow lurking in his eyes. Sighing, he shook his head, trying to banish his doubts. "Let's go work on your wheel."
Will blood tell
