Hester
Tight hold on that hope
"Maybe if you stop drinking and working alone, your hands won't shake so much." It's such a simple connection in her mind, and she offers it up as that, a simple solution to a not at all simple problem.
She doesn't need pity, it's the very thing she's trying to escape, thank you very much, and there's something even worse about pity coming from the man before her, when clearly he needs it so much more than she does.
Hester lifts her empty glass, an equally empty toast offered up to a man neither of them knew. It was what you did, right? "May he burn brightly." She echoes, watching Korbin down his drink, something more serious infecting her. She'd been in such a good mood, riding so high on the giddiness of her first real performance, and now?
Clearly, comfort is not what she's looking for, as she shoves her glass forwards again, a silent request for a refill, the hope that another drink would lift her back up again riding on this cup.
She doesn't need pity, it's the very thing she's trying to escape, thank you very much, and there's something even worse about pity coming from the man before her, when clearly he needs it so much more than she does.
Hester lifts her empty glass, an equally empty toast offered up to a man neither of them knew. It was what you did, right? "May he burn brightly." She echoes, watching Korbin down his drink, something more serious infecting her. She'd been in such a good mood, riding so high on the giddiness of her first real performance, and now?
Clearly, comfort is not what she's looking for, as she shoves her glass forwards again, a silent request for a refill, the hope that another drink would lift her back up again riding on this cup.
Sometimes it could seem so cold
Do what you gotta do to cope
