LOREN
Shivering at Maea’s words, Loren shook his head a bit too forcefully. ”I don’t...I can’t…” His voice shook almost as much as he did.
Lifting suddenly trembling hands, he laid them on her shoulders. Eyes haunted, he shook his head again, more slowly this time. "I just want it to stop. All of it." His tone was quietly despairing. "I don't want to be the one who lives while everyone around me dies."
Releasing her, he hugged one arm to himself, a closed off and defensive posture. "I guess not." Shrugging, he bit his lip. "The last thing I want is to be more of a burden. To be...I don't know. To hurt people more than I already have." Obviously, he was doing a shit job at that, and he knew it.
Lifting suddenly trembling hands, he laid them on her shoulders. Eyes haunted, he shook his head again, more slowly this time. "I just want it to stop. All of it." His tone was quietly despairing. "I don't want to be the one who lives while everyone around me dies."
Releasing her, he hugged one arm to himself, a closed off and defensive posture. "I guess not." Shrugging, he bit his lip. "The last thing I want is to be more of a burden. To be...I don't know. To hurt people more than I already have." Obviously, he was doing a shit job at that, and he knew it.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
