And he hadn’t felt a thing. Toren had sat down as the battle had raged, as killing—his favorite thing to do—had been occurring in spades. He had sat and been still. Because now Toren had realized the truth. The awful truth, which held him in place. That wouldn’t go away. Erin Solstice was dead. And it was his fault. The link between Toren and Erin was gone. She was no longer providing him with mana. There could only be one reason for that, Toren knew. She was gone. He had gotten her killed. And he hadn’t meant it. Okay, okay. He had deliberately pulled Erin countless miles away from her inn
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Dude .... the EQ of a toddler, then again he's literally young discounting the bones' age.
