KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
A sensible lifestyle, and one Korbin had started to emulate as of late. Mostly because everything he owned was the clothes on his back, a burned out husk of a house and this bar. Everything else was gone. No comforts, no luxuries... not even the bare necessities, some might suggest. But he was alive. And that was the agreement. No promises had been made for anything else.
Still, Tala's question threw him off a bit. There was a beat of silence as he tried to think of what he had done in the past, what he had aspired to be. That was ashes now too, and Korbin wasn't sure there was any reviving those corpses.
"I... used to be the extra hands," he said, bemused. "Did whatever was needed, whenever, just to get by. My sister hunted. Our older brother too, when he was still alive. I traded what they brought home... Before the attack I had started to apprentice as a healer."
He shrugged, not sure if he would continue with that. There was no reason to. No reason not to. Korbin stood at a crossroads with endless paths branching out before him, but all he could do was look back at where he had come from. Back to the burned bridges in his wake.
"What about yourself? Reindeers, was it? We only really have luxere here. Almost the same, but not quite."
Still, Tala's question threw him off a bit. There was a beat of silence as he tried to think of what he had done in the past, what he had aspired to be. That was ashes now too, and Korbin wasn't sure there was any reviving those corpses.
"I... used to be the extra hands," he said, bemused. "Did whatever was needed, whenever, just to get by. My sister hunted. Our older brother too, when he was still alive. I traded what they brought home... Before the attack I had started to apprentice as a healer."
He shrugged, not sure if he would continue with that. There was no reason to. No reason not to. Korbin stood at a crossroads with endless paths branching out before him, but all he could do was look back at where he had come from. Back to the burned bridges in his wake.
"What about yourself? Reindeers, was it? We only really have luxere here. Almost the same, but not quite."
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
