As Weaver requested firmly to be told what it was that Loren was hiding, that made him doubt himself and that he deserved anything good, that made him nervous and self-deprecating and all the other things he usually was, the dark expression came back onto his face. For a moment, he said and did nothing.
Then he drew himself up to his full height. "I used to torture children. My relatives, to be exact." He took a deep breath. "And I very much thought it was the right thing to do." He was quite firm on that point.
His hands clenched into fists. The suggestion about the seeds was an unwelcome intrusion into the conversation that had suddenly grown quite serious. "I was planning to start a greenhouse anyway." The response was distracted, and it was clear he didn't care about the bag anymore.
Then he drew himself up to his full height. "I used to torture children. My relatives, to be exact." He took a deep breath. "And I very much thought it was the right thing to do." He was quite firm on that point.
His hands clenched into fists. The suggestion about the seeds was an unwelcome intrusion into the conversation that had suddenly grown quite serious. "I was planning to start a greenhouse anyway." The response was distracted, and it was clear he didn't care about the bag anymore.
you are lost, hope is gone
but you must go on
Loren
Base Code by Sky!
