Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
He had voted, in the end. Not because it truly mattered in the end who won - his preference was marginal at best - but because Weaver would have kicked his ass if he didn't, and then dared to complain about things.
Well, the result came out quickly enough. Halovians never dragged their feet about things, and there was other things to be done before the night was over. Korbin threw a quick glance at Loren, to see how the man reacted to losing. But when he pushed away from the wall, it was towards Morgan he walked, and paused in front of her.
For a moment he merely gazed down at her, hands in pockets, traces of grief in the hollows beneath his eyes and in the disheveled state of him. She looked shocked, and Korbin couldn't blame her. So many things had happened in too short a time, and who knew if this would be the last of it?
The young man sighed, and pulled a hand to place it briefly on the new Warden's shoulder. Whether from sympathy or in solidarity was hard to say. "Well. Good luck," he offered rustily. Then he turned to leave, quite fed up with the press of people who now clamored behind him to speak to the new leader.
Well, the result came out quickly enough. Halovians never dragged their feet about things, and there was other things to be done before the night was over. Korbin threw a quick glance at Loren, to see how the man reacted to losing. But when he pushed away from the wall, it was towards Morgan he walked, and paused in front of her.
For a moment he merely gazed down at her, hands in pockets, traces of grief in the hollows beneath his eyes and in the disheveled state of him. She looked shocked, and Korbin couldn't blame her. So many things had happened in too short a time, and who knew if this would be the last of it?
The young man sighed, and pulled a hand to place it briefly on the new Warden's shoulder. Whether from sympathy or in solidarity was hard to say. "Well. Good luck," he offered rustily. Then he turned to leave, quite fed up with the press of people who now clamored behind him to speak to the new leader.
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
