Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
There was nothing really wrong with him. His head was working, his bones were whole... well, mostly. He flinched away when her prodding fingers found his cracked ribs, and gritted his teeth against the pain. But it was no spear to pierce the fogs of his mind, because there was none. He was lucid, present, awake.
Just... When he turned his head back, there was absolutely no spark in the gaze that met hers. He didn't even appear to see her; it was like she wasn't even there. As if he was searching for someone else, and when he didn't find them... he gave up, and stared into the ceiling instead. Shifted away from the luxere; he was not interested in that kind of pity.
"You should have let me go," he said, voice flat, as dull as his eyes. Korbin still didn't know why she was apologizing. It wasn't like anything she did actually mattered to him.
Just... When he turned his head back, there was absolutely no spark in the gaze that met hers. He didn't even appear to see her; it was like she wasn't even there. As if he was searching for someone else, and when he didn't find them... he gave up, and stared into the ceiling instead. Shifted away from the luxere; he was not interested in that kind of pity.
"You should have let me go," he said, voice flat, as dull as his eyes. Korbin still didn't know why she was apologizing. It wasn't like anything she did actually mattered to him.
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
