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?
He stared back when she turned and met his gaze, his blue eyes hard as flint. They did not veer away even as she approached, nor did his expression soften when hers did. Unapologetic and unflinching, Korbin looked the woman up and down, searching out every similarity, every difference, just so he could convince himself that this really was a different person. Not because he wouldn't recognize his own sister even if she came back in a different body with a different face, it was just...
He had to burn the hope that it would even happen out of his heart. That path led to madness.
Her question was ignored until he had satisfied that need, and when his eyes finally veered off the raven haired youth slumped back in his chair and reached for the bottle. Poured a shot into the empty glass, his hand shaking so much that he spilled half the contents onto the table.
"No," he replied, a hoarse quiet whisper that could not be blamed on the cold. Not today. "Thought you were someone else. That's all." Raising the glass to his lips he sipped the drink, felt it burn its way down his throat. Already he had dismissed the woman.
If she wasn't Weaver, she was of no consequence to him.
He had to burn the hope that it would even happen out of his heart. That path led to madness.
Her question was ignored until he had satisfied that need, and when his eyes finally veered off the raven haired youth slumped back in his chair and reached for the bottle. Poured a shot into the empty glass, his hand shaking so much that he spilled half the contents onto the table.
"No," he replied, a hoarse quiet whisper that could not be blamed on the cold. Not today. "Thought you were someone else. That's all." Raising the glass to his lips he sipped the drink, felt it burn its way down his throat. Already he had dismissed the woman.
If she wasn't Weaver, she was of no consequence to him.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
