delphine
Noah saw Korbin as family. She knew that much. Delphine's lips curled, as she snarled, "Family is most certainly not only blood-kin. I know Noah considers you family, and he considered Weaver family. Did you know, the night he learned of her death, he drank himself into a stupor?" Of course, that night had been when they'd started their relationship. "I'm afraid of what he'd do if you offed yourself, too." She leaned into the door, fingers tapping on the wood.
"You know that monster you were afraid of becoming?" Her voice was low, "The monster you can't escape from? It's getting real close to being too late, Korbin."
The woman drifted into silence, and closed her eyes. Then, quietly, as if reciting from a list, "There's Noah, Chulane probably knows you, shit, most of Halo probably cares about you Korbin. This place is so small it's like everyone's family." She scowled, fingers tapping harder.
"But... I think you care about yourself. Otherwise, you'd not have let me give you tea for sleep," she murmured. "But, if I'm wrong... then here," She nodded to the nearest table, the dulled knife she used to chop her herbs.
"But would you really like to die without seeing what's on the other side of your depression? There's more than just family in the world, and... like I said once, I'll say it again," shifting her weight, the woman studied the door, back to him.
"Once you die, they're really dead. Sure, their bodies are gone, their souls are with Mort, but once you die... there's nobody that knew them, nobody who remembers them just how you did. Eventually, everyone who knew them will die, and then that's the legacy of the Hales... forgotten," she whispered.
"You know that monster you were afraid of becoming?" Her voice was low, "The monster you can't escape from? It's getting real close to being too late, Korbin."
The woman drifted into silence, and closed her eyes. Then, quietly, as if reciting from a list, "There's Noah, Chulane probably knows you, shit, most of Halo probably cares about you Korbin. This place is so small it's like everyone's family." She scowled, fingers tapping harder.
"But... I think you care about yourself. Otherwise, you'd not have let me give you tea for sleep," she murmured. "But, if I'm wrong... then here," She nodded to the nearest table, the dulled knife she used to chop her herbs.
"But would you really like to die without seeing what's on the other side of your depression? There's more than just family in the world, and... like I said once, I'll say it again," shifting her weight, the woman studied the door, back to him.
"Once you die, they're really dead. Sure, their bodies are gone, their souls are with Mort, but once you die... there's nobody that knew them, nobody who remembers them just how you did. Eventually, everyone who knew them will die, and then that's the legacy of the Hales... forgotten," she whispered.
