Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
And so he would be kept alive, out of some perverse need to make others less sad. What others? Bystanders and shallow acquaintances? People whose lives he barely touched, who might sigh and be wistful for a day or two, before they shrugged it off and then went on with their lives.
Wasn't it his life to do with as he pleased? So why then could he do anything at all with it, except end it? The one thing he knew with crystal clarity that he would not regret. That would not bring more pain, more anguish, more suffering. Already he ruined everything he touched, so it would be a kindness to those 'everyone's if he wasn't around.
Korbin didn't accept the answer, and definitely didn't agree to it. But Loren was stronger than him, and wouldn't let go. As the fire consumed all the memories of what he used to love, he gave up. Slumped like a ragdoll into the healer's grasp, and didn't say anything more. Just stared at the flames, wishing he could join them.
If ever there was a hell, it must be living a life in Caido.
Wasn't it his life to do with as he pleased? So why then could he do anything at all with it, except end it? The one thing he knew with crystal clarity that he would not regret. That would not bring more pain, more anguish, more suffering. Already he ruined everything he touched, so it would be a kindness to those 'everyone's if he wasn't around.
Korbin didn't accept the answer, and definitely didn't agree to it. But Loren was stronger than him, and wouldn't let go. As the fire consumed all the memories of what he used to love, he gave up. Slumped like a ragdoll into the healer's grasp, and didn't say anything more. Just stared at the flames, wishing he could join them.
If ever there was a hell, it must be living a life in Caido.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
