KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
He rolled his eyes, biting back a surge of irritation. Korbin hated how shallow his temper was these days, but couldn't seem to find an outlet that actually made things better.
"I already know what I want... but it's not something you would like," he muttered, and turned his attention back to the hide.
Possibly, she was right. He didn't know what he wanted, and staying the way he was certainly wasn't working. It might seem like the boy enjoyed the temper and the tantrums, the surly attitude he was giving anyone, but it was far from true. He didn't like hurting people, or arguing. Not these kinds of arguments at least; it was one thing to bicker and throw words around, and another entirely to deliver the kind of poisonous remarks like he did these days. But the only thing that seemed to give him even a moments reprieve was to make others as miserable as he was...
Which, of course, only made him feel even worse.
"I already know what I want... but it's not something you would like," he muttered, and turned his attention back to the hide.
Possibly, she was right. He didn't know what he wanted, and staying the way he was certainly wasn't working. It might seem like the boy enjoyed the temper and the tantrums, the surly attitude he was giving anyone, but it was far from true. He didn't like hurting people, or arguing. Not these kinds of arguments at least; it was one thing to bicker and throw words around, and another entirely to deliver the kind of poisonous remarks like he did these days. But the only thing that seemed to give him even a moments reprieve was to make others as miserable as he was...
Which, of course, only made him feel even worse.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
