LOREN
Loren couldn't help but scoff at Neron's comment. "Funny. Considering I've spent pretty much every day this season either in the infirmary, or out researching new medicines, or working with Morgan to try and disseminate medical kits to the hunters and the soldiers. Which you would know, if you'd paid any attention." Tone scornful, the healer crossed his arms. "Where have you been? Off playing in the Hollowed Ground, last I heard and saw." Raising his eyebrows, he stared at the Warden challengingly.
Scowling, the younger twin pointed an accusatory finger at the older one. "Nothing. And that's just the problem." Loren leaned forward. "So far as I can tell, you've done pretty much nothing of note since you invited me here."
Scowling, the younger twin pointed an accusatory finger at the older one. "Nothing. And that's just the problem." Loren leaned forward. "So far as I can tell, you've done pretty much nothing of note since you invited me here."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
