KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The difficult part was, that this particular wild beast had trapped itself in the wire on purpose. Everything Korbin did was quite deliberate, going so far as to ignore the urgings of his own body and subconscious in order to ruin himself. His rudeness, the fighting, the drinking and the filth, it was part of some obscure plan to make the people around him stop caring and give up. No one would go out of their way to save someone they couldn't stand to be around, and that was the whole point.
Korbin did not want to be saved.
He had not expected the door to really stop Chulane, but it irked him all the same to be followed. Flopping down on the bed, without so much as looking at the food - the scent permeated the air, filled his nostrils and made his mouth water even as it burned the back of his nose, cloying and greasy - he turned his back on the man. Couldn't ignore him completely, too aware of eyes burrowing into his spine.
The demand - it certainly wasn't a request - made Korbin flinch. Weaver's name... it alone brought a lump to his throat, a dull ache of unshed tears into his chest.
"No."
Korbin did not want to be saved.
He had not expected the door to really stop Chulane, but it irked him all the same to be followed. Flopping down on the bed, without so much as looking at the food - the scent permeated the air, filled his nostrils and made his mouth water even as it burned the back of his nose, cloying and greasy - he turned his back on the man. Couldn't ignore him completely, too aware of eyes burrowing into his spine.
The demand - it certainly wasn't a request - made Korbin flinch. Weaver's name... it alone brought a lump to his throat, a dull ache of unshed tears into his chest.
"No."
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
