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?
"Not usually," he replied, reticent but still responding, at least. "But then, I don't usually work here. Or work alone." Weaver had been the one who drank on the job, or seemed to in order to keep her customers relaxed and friendly. Nothing wrong with keeping up tradition, right?
It was her turn to become downcast, but Korbin couldn't muster any real care for her tragedy. He should have the empathy, if anyone, but it was hard to feel anything beyond vague pity.
"May he burn - " he started, and staggered on the words at the memory of flame, of grief and black despair from the last he said that phrase - "may he burn brightly." He forced himself to finish, quiet and hurried, and downed the contents of the glass he had raised in salute. Set it down, looked away...
Realized, that he didn't have any words comfort anyone with.
It was her turn to become downcast, but Korbin couldn't muster any real care for her tragedy. He should have the empathy, if anyone, but it was hard to feel anything beyond vague pity.
"May he burn - " he started, and staggered on the words at the memory of flame, of grief and black despair from the last he said that phrase - "may he burn brightly." He forced himself to finish, quiet and hurried, and downed the contents of the glass he had raised in salute. Set it down, looked away...
Realized, that he didn't have any words comfort anyone with.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
