thousand times I've fallen

Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling

Where else would they have brought him? To a house that would never really feel like home again, where he was left on his own? To some over-crowded room where the beds were already taken? To the Academy, where strangers were to stare down at him and wonder what happened to the young brat who  ran around giving orders to them only an hour ago?

Weaver had made this her office. Her desk was still there. It was cold and quiet, but it was also private. And no doubt there was at least one or two people watching the door, in case he tried to do something stupid. Halo knew grief, and had seen the madness of it before. Korbin would have cursed them for knowing it so well... if he'd been able to feel anything at all.

But he was numb. Kiada's appearance drew no reaction from him, nor did he object to her tending of wounds. Probably he should be angry at her - though he couldn't recall what for - or reject the help, or say something back, but... No.

There was nothing left in him. No strength to draw from. What point was there in anything, when his reason for living had disappeared?

Weaver was... Weaver was dead. Dead. She was gone.

Korbin turned his head away, and stared numbly into the wall.

Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone