LOREN
Loren stared blankly at Neron. "You also said that your invitation was contingent upon bringing back mageglass and securing it for the family. Well, I found some, but I failed to secure it." The words were soft, the summoner's expression impassive. "So where does that leave us?" He tilted his head almost imperceptibly.
"Nearby." He rattled off the directions in a dull monotone. "But the instructions are quite extensive. Far more than you have time for." There was no accusation there, just a statement of fact.
As his twin apologized, the younger Launceleyn roused somewhat. Lifting his chin, he stared at the Warden, verging on a glare. "Not your fault. Or your responsibility." Something dark and ugly lurked in Loren's eyes. When he next spoke, it was quieter, but somehow more dangerous. "I don't like being manipulated. Least of all by you."
"Nearby." He rattled off the directions in a dull monotone. "But the instructions are quite extensive. Far more than you have time for." There was no accusation there, just a statement of fact.
As his twin apologized, the younger Launceleyn roused somewhat. Lifting his chin, he stared at the Warden, verging on a glare. "Not your fault. Or your responsibility." Something dark and ugly lurked in Loren's eyes. When he next spoke, it was quieter, but somehow more dangerous. "I don't like being manipulated. Least of all by you."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
