LOREN
Watching the frustration on Neron's face, Loren rolled his eyes. Picking up the bag, he upended the clothes onto his bed. He started to fold them almost painstakingly slowly, meeting his twin's gaze the whole while.
However the healer paused when the Hailstorm asked the question that the Firebrand didn't have a better answer for. Sighing, he finished the pair of pants and packed it away before responding. "Does it matter?" Rubbing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I had already found a cure that I had hoped would work on the Ascended. On everyone. I just...I wanted to test that first." He took a deep breath. "And if it didn't work I was always planning to give the metal to the Voice." Dropping his hand, he looked down, shoulders slumping.
However the healer paused when the Hailstorm asked the question that the Firebrand didn't have a better answer for. Sighing, he finished the pair of pants and packed it away before responding. "Does it matter?" Rubbing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I had already found a cure that I had hoped would work on the Ascended. On everyone. I just...I wanted to test that first." He took a deep breath. "And if it didn't work I was always planning to give the metal to the Voice." Dropping his hand, he looked down, shoulders slumping.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
