KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He was as taken aback by the response as Loren was by his question. Uncertainty fluttered down the bond, shame and regret upon seeing the genuine hurt.
"Because I've been a jerk to you," he said, trying to maintain that harsh rejection... but it was faltering. "Because no matter what you say, I won't trust you. You shouldn't care, you should give up and leave me be."
It's what most people would do. It's what Korbin expected, counted on, hoped for.
He watched Loren warily. The shift from the sly, cunning way he'd lured Korbin into talking about the greenhouse into this insecurity was sudden, and he didn't know what to make of it. Which was the mask, which was genuine?
"Because I've been a jerk to you," he said, trying to maintain that harsh rejection... but it was faltering. "Because no matter what you say, I won't trust you. You shouldn't care, you should give up and leave me be."
It's what most people would do. It's what Korbin expected, counted on, hoped for.
He watched Loren warily. The shift from the sly, cunning way he'd lured Korbin into talking about the greenhouse into this insecurity was sudden, and he didn't know what to make of it. Which was the mask, which was genuine?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
