KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
This man... was confusing. Korbin wasn't sure if he was being scolded or reassured, because the words said one thing but Loren's tone and expression another. He found himself shifting uncomfortably. Didn't know what he was supposed to say here. Or do. Having anyone care about him personally aside from Weaver was... not something he was used to.
"You'll tear yourself to pieces, being like that," he warned. "Or get punched in the face, when you try to help someone who doesn't want it."
The very fact that Loren thought he needed help was really rather insulting. Korbin was perfectly capable of looking after himself. And he had Weaver. Why would he need anything else?
"You'll tear yourself to pieces, being like that," he warned. "Or get punched in the face, when you try to help someone who doesn't want it."
The very fact that Loren thought he needed help was really rather insulting. Korbin was perfectly capable of looking after himself. And he had Weaver. Why would he need anything else?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
