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?
It wouldn't be the same though. Only a new thing made in the semblance of something old. Somehow, he doubted that Morgan would resurrect the cold imerious image of Halo the Palace had tried to paint. While impressive and domineering, the building had been a false representation of his homeland. More an echo of Neron, built to give him an elevated seat. Any new infirmaries would have to be placed elsewhere. As for the materials... not everything could be replaced there either. Not when nothing grew in the land.
His snort was soft, a mere exhale of breath, but it carried enough. "Not yet, you mean. Don't have to say it, I hear the implication." Folding the cloth to find a clean spot, he dabbed at his eyes again. It was no longer cool, and soothed less than before, but still it was better than the sore burn of air against irritated skin. He had cried too much lately. Too hard. The idea that he might yet become that kind of monster made him want to weep all over again.
"Mh. But you're doing it. You're with Noah, right? So how did you do it? Let him help, not hate him for trying to fix you. Not hating yourself for giving in?"
He did. Even now, Korbin resented every second he spent here, like this. Felt weak, pathetic, a pushover who couldn't hold his ground. He had hurt her to keep her away from him, and yet here he was now. Talking like it was the most natural thing, when it was not. It was not. There was no trust, no loyalty, nothing to prove she wouldn't take everything he said here, every weakness he showed, and use it against him for whatever gain.
His snort was soft, a mere exhale of breath, but it carried enough. "Not yet, you mean. Don't have to say it, I hear the implication." Folding the cloth to find a clean spot, he dabbed at his eyes again. It was no longer cool, and soothed less than before, but still it was better than the sore burn of air against irritated skin. He had cried too much lately. Too hard. The idea that he might yet become that kind of monster made him want to weep all over again.
"Mh. But you're doing it. You're with Noah, right? So how did you do it? Let him help, not hate him for trying to fix you. Not hating yourself for giving in?"
He did. Even now, Korbin resented every second he spent here, like this. Felt weak, pathetic, a pushover who couldn't hold his ground. He had hurt her to keep her away from him, and yet here he was now. Talking like it was the most natural thing, when it was not. It was not. There was no trust, no loyalty, nothing to prove she wouldn't take everything he said here, every weakness he showed, and use it against him for whatever gain.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
