whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
"No," Loren insisted. "He's dead. Zariah sacrificed him to the Eirachi like he was nothing. Her own son..." Voice trailing off, he spun around on the ground so he could fix his gaze on the woman who claimed to be Beatrix and so clearly wasn't. "What do you know, Beatleste? You just gots here." Jerking out of her grip, spilling Astra to the ground as he did, Loren scrambled away from Beatleste. "I didn't. I don't. Smoke. Or things that mess with my mind. Nevvv....nevv...never." He shook his head back and forth as many times as he could before he got dizzy and had to stop.
Clutching the rock to his chest, Loren scowled. "Everyone already knows what I've done. FffffffffFirebrand." He pressed his lips into a line.
what goes, let go
LOREN
