KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Silly was a word for it. Ridiculous another. Impossible, some might say. Never going to happen. Except... in this moment, Korbin felt less sure about that than he usually did.
Maybe it was the arm around his shoulder that made him hesitate. Or the creeping cold. Or the mental exhaustion after too turbulent a day. How long had they been sitting here? How many hours since Korbin strangled a man to death? How long had he been a murderer..? It was rough to know he had been laughing and singing only hours afterwards. What kind of person did that make him?
"I guess," he replied slowly, "we'll see. If you survive Deepfrost. If you come back, when you've tasted the air beyond the portal again, after living through it. If you still want to call it home after seeing what it's like at its worst. Halo. And the people."
The long, bitter cold and the isolation did more to people than bore them.
Maybe it was the arm around his shoulder that made him hesitate. Or the creeping cold. Or the mental exhaustion after too turbulent a day. How long had they been sitting here? How many hours since Korbin strangled a man to death? How long had he been a murderer..? It was rough to know he had been laughing and singing only hours afterwards. What kind of person did that make him?
"I guess," he replied slowly, "we'll see. If you survive Deepfrost. If you come back, when you've tasted the air beyond the portal again, after living through it. If you still want to call it home after seeing what it's like at its worst. Halo. And the people."
The long, bitter cold and the isolation did more to people than bore them.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
