all the times that I keep holding onto

Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling

She didn't rise to his bait. All Korbin got for his slander was a calm well-wishing, and it stung him more than a slap over the mouth. Tense and trembling he watched as she turned and walked away, at war with himself. Part raging, part writhing in shame, part crumbling and miserable and... lonely. It wasnt like he had sought Morgan out for her company, and when he had it he didn't want it, only to find that when it was withdrawn, he missed it.

That hollow feeling only grew with every step she took away, until Korbin couldn't stand it any more.

"Wait!"

He flinched at the sound of his own voice, how rough and harsh it sounded. "Please," he added quickly, more softly and took half a step after her. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Pride. What a bitter drink to swallow.

Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone