Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Korbin didn't care if it hurt him. Or if it hurt her, to keep this up. He was clean out of fucks to give for anything or anyone. Let the world burn. Let the Citadel crumble to dust. Let Halo finally freeze over and what litte life there was vanish forever. Let Ludo claim his soul here and now, or never reach for him at all. He didn't care. He didn't care.
This time, he didn't dodge in time. The foce with which she slammed into him was bone-breaking, and he would have crumbled to pieces under the force of it. But his body shifted back on him the moment his bones began to creak, and instead he was sent plummeting to the ground in his own skin, with nothing but snow to break the fall.
Fortunately, he never had time to regain that altitude lost, and the fall didn't kill him. It did knock him out for a while though, along with every last ounce of breath in his lungs. A few ribs were snapped, but it should have been a small price to pay for his life.
Should have been... except he didn't count himself as lucky for being left behind.
Alone. He was all alone now. There was no one left but him. One by one they had all been taken from him, and now nothing remained of what had once been a warm and loving family.
If only he could have gone with her. Weaver... How could he live without her?
This time, he didn't dodge in time. The foce with which she slammed into him was bone-breaking, and he would have crumbled to pieces under the force of it. But his body shifted back on him the moment his bones began to creak, and instead he was sent plummeting to the ground in his own skin, with nothing but snow to break the fall.
Fortunately, he never had time to regain that altitude lost, and the fall didn't kill him. It did knock him out for a while though, along with every last ounce of breath in his lungs. A few ribs were snapped, but it should have been a small price to pay for his life.
Should have been... except he didn't count himself as lucky for being left behind.
Alone. He was all alone now. There was no one left but him. One by one they had all been taken from him, and now nothing remained of what had once been a warm and loving family.
If only he could have gone with her. Weaver... How could he live without her?
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
