KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
The bird didn't look up until one of the healers reached out a hand for it. Then it shuffled aside, pecked with that cruel beak at them, and hissed. A warning, a refusal.
He wanted no healing. Wanted no help, or magical removal of the dark pit that churned within. He knew they could, and refused to let them near.
There was no point. No meaning. Every breath was empty and void, a cruel joke wrought by gods who used mortals as naught but pawns in their schemes. He wanted no part in it. Was done trying. Done picking himself up, done fighting an end that would come no matter what he did.
Korbin used to have reasons to be strong, to go on. But now the last one was gone, and the coaxing words of these meddling fools rolled off him like so much water. The raven kept pecking at the hands that tried to touch him, until finally they gave up, shaking their heads at him and at Kiada.
There was no helping someone who didn't want it.
He wanted no healing. Wanted no help, or magical removal of the dark pit that churned within. He knew they could, and refused to let them near.
There was no point. No meaning. Every breath was empty and void, a cruel joke wrought by gods who used mortals as naught but pawns in their schemes. He wanted no part in it. Was done trying. Done picking himself up, done fighting an end that would come no matter what he did.
Korbin used to have reasons to be strong, to go on. But now the last one was gone, and the coaxing words of these meddling fools rolled off him like so much water. The raven kept pecking at the hands that tried to touch him, until finally they gave up, shaking their heads at him and at Kiada.
There was no helping someone who didn't want it.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
