Love mends even the broken parts
For a long moment, Loren was silent, staring at the ground. When he finally lifted his eyes, they were troubled and his voice was uncertain. ”I’ve been told that responding to violence with violence is never the solution, especially for me, by someone I would normally trust.” Then his tone and his gaze hardened. "But sometimes there's no other choice." Though there was a hint of sorrow in his words, mostly he was resigned.
The corner of the summoner's lips quirked up. "So that's a no, then?" Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn crossed his arms. "Good to hear it from you personally, though." Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. "I've told you what I wanted to, so I should let you get back to your day. Goodbye, Deimos" Gathering up his items, Loren nodded at the General, before the summoner went back to the marketplace.
The corner of the summoner's lips quirked up. "So that's a no, then?" Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn crossed his arms. "Good to hear it from you personally, though." Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. "I've told you what I wanted to, so I should let you get back to your day. Goodbye, Deimos" Gathering up his items, Loren nodded at the General, before the summoner went back to the marketplace.
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