LOREN
Letting out a bitter and humorless laugh, Loren shook his head at Maea's request. "I can't do that either." Spreading his hands helplessly, he shook his head. "I don't have a way. I don't have the patience, or the knowledge, or the wherewithal to give you what you want. And I gave up on my dreams of teaching, along with all the rest of them." Tears sprang to his eyes, and he furiously blinked them away.
Turning, he headed towards the roof's edge. When he reached it, he stared at the ground below. Remaining there, he stayed quiet for a while, simply swaying slightly in the breeze.
When he did speak, it was in a broken whisper. "I'm not powerful. I just have magic. Yes, you're right, I beat Sunjata but that doesn't make me strong." Finishing the flask, he let it drop to the ground, suddenly too listless to even put it in his pocket.
Turning, he headed towards the roof's edge. When he reached it, he stared at the ground below. Remaining there, he stayed quiet for a while, simply swaying slightly in the breeze.
When he did speak, it was in a broken whisper. "I'm not powerful. I just have magic. Yes, you're right, I beat Sunjata but that doesn't make me strong." Finishing the flask, he let it drop to the ground, suddenly too listless to even put it in his pocket.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
