LOREN
As the words fell from Zariah's lips, Loren's blood ran cold. A coldly murderous expression crossed his features. Stepping towards her, his fingers shifted into claws. "You did what?" His voice promised death for her sacrifice of Jace.
However, things devolved quickly from there. Still glaring at Zariah, he spoke with a note of finality. "Get out of my sight. Go to your precious Academy before I drag you kicking and screaming there." Spitting at her feet, he turned and nodded as Korbin mentioned the wounded.
However, Neron had to go and try and turn the situation to his advantage again. As first Morgan, then Weaver nominated themselves, the healer growled. "I'm going to help the wounded. For what it's worth, I vote for Weaver." With that, he stalked off towards the Kraai.
However, things devolved quickly from there. Still glaring at Zariah, he spoke with a note of finality. "Get out of my sight. Go to your precious Academy before I drag you kicking and screaming there." Spitting at her feet, he turned and nodded as Korbin mentioned the wounded.
However, Neron had to go and try and turn the situation to his advantage again. As first Morgan, then Weaver nominated themselves, the healer growled. "I'm going to help the wounded. For what it's worth, I vote for Weaver." With that, he stalked off towards the Kraai.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
