He was disappointed.
Mostly in himself, for not being able to be there for the raven-boy, for not being able to get through to him. But then, he hadn't been able to get through to him before the world started falling apart either. Should he be so surprised that he was unable to do it now as well?
Perhaps he had gotten his hopes up, as the grief had almost let Korbin engage in a complete conversation with him, which was an improvement on what had been happening prior.
But Chuy had never been a manipulator, never been one to purposely twist a situation just to get a desired specific outcome, or to force something on another against their will. He almost wished that he was a master manipulator, that he was able to get the boy to a place where he could be pointed in the direction of a way out of this dark place of grief and despair.
But he wasn't.
Normally Chuy wasn't one to waste wantonly either. But he knew some bird would pick it up, or otherwise some other wildlife. The biscuits were barely fit for human consumption, but he didn't turn the ones left in his pocket out to the snow, also keeping them to feed some farm animal that he would come across on his journey eventually.
"For whatever it's worth, Korbin, I am sorry you're feeling like shit." Sorry that you're hurting, that you have to go through this, that you won't let me or anyone else near you so that you don't have to go through it alone… The list could go on and on, but he didn't elaborate his spoken words any further.
One could only help another if that other wanted the help.
So they parted ways, Chuy to the lodge that Korbin had secured for him, and Korbin to whatever comforts (or punishments?) his grief-addled-self thought he deserved.
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Fin!
Mostly in himself, for not being able to be there for the raven-boy, for not being able to get through to him. But then, he hadn't been able to get through to him before the world started falling apart either. Should he be so surprised that he was unable to do it now as well?
Perhaps he had gotten his hopes up, as the grief had almost let Korbin engage in a complete conversation with him, which was an improvement on what had been happening prior.
But Chuy had never been a manipulator, never been one to purposely twist a situation just to get a desired specific outcome, or to force something on another against their will. He almost wished that he was a master manipulator, that he was able to get the boy to a place where he could be pointed in the direction of a way out of this dark place of grief and despair.
But he wasn't.
Normally Chuy wasn't one to waste wantonly either. But he knew some bird would pick it up, or otherwise some other wildlife. The biscuits were barely fit for human consumption, but he didn't turn the ones left in his pocket out to the snow, also keeping them to feed some farm animal that he would come across on his journey eventually.
"For whatever it's worth, Korbin, I am sorry you're feeling like shit." Sorry that you're hurting, that you have to go through this, that you won't let me or anyone else near you so that you don't have to go through it alone… The list could go on and on, but he didn't elaborate his spoken words any further.
One could only help another if that other wanted the help.
So they parted ways, Chuy to the lodge that Korbin had secured for him, and Korbin to whatever comforts (or punishments?) his grief-addled-self thought he deserved.
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Fin!
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