whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
At Maea’s compliment, Loren glanced over at her. ”Something like that.” He returned his attention to her surroundings, not responding to her for a long while. When he finally did, his voice was soft. ”I got hurt. And I hurt a lot of other people in the process.” Hearing rustling in the hedges, he glanced over at them, but for now the Speaking Squirrels or whatever was watching them wasn't making itself visible.He took another left turn, but it ended in a dead end. Sighing, he reversed direction and took the right fork instead. However, something seemed different about the path, but that might've just been his paranoia rearing its ugly head. "So is there bad blood between you, or are you just jealous?" The question came out in a conversational tone, but his eyes were sharp.
what goes, let go
LOREN
