He only tilted his head, as if the question itself were absurd, and let the silence hang between them, cold and heavy like the falling snow.
While they stood face to face, Soren's eyes glistened, teary and strained, though he did his best to hold the tears back.
Every blink threatened to let them fall, but he forced himself to look at Lyric, even if only through the haze of hurt.
All he wanted, always, was a place to belong, a reason to feel like he mattered and a purpose to make his existence feel alive instead of empty.
He had come north because he had been told he could be useful here, a potential asset, something more than just a name on someone's roster.
