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?
There was no end to the angry retorts Korbin could have spat back at her for that reply. The vision of a dog in collar with muzzle and chains was painted vividly in his mind, and every fiber of his being objected to it, offended to the core. But by some miracle he managed to keep quiet, biting the inside of the cheek so hard that it started to bleed. The stare that followed the Warden out of the room was hard.
There was a vast chasm between seeing the needs of others and being able to step up and see to them. Korbin wasn't blind, and despite his own insistence he did actually care... but in this moment, at this point in time, he had nothing to give. He was struggling to stand, in his own way, but it was exceedingly unfair to expect everyone to heal and recover at the same pace, and in the same way. Others were hurting too, and some might even be worse off than him... But in no way did that diminish his own grief, and pain, and struggle. No one else had lived his life, no one else had suffered his exact losses, and no comparison of plights could make him heal faster.
Did it excuse him for acting the way he did? No. He had earned the bruises on his face, and the telling off, and Noah's anger. But it would absolutely not help to berate him for not being like 'everyone else' when there was no such thing.
Still... perceived necessity or not, Morgan's choice of words cut a bit too deep. And words that had been on his tongue were swallowed, held back, the impulse to confide in her withered and very much gone. He was to shut up and not bother her? Fine. No need to tell her anything, then. Even the things she might want to know about; like hidden doors at the Kraai, secret pacts or 'business meetings' to come.
Good dogs weren't supposed to bark, right?
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- Fin
There was a vast chasm between seeing the needs of others and being able to step up and see to them. Korbin wasn't blind, and despite his own insistence he did actually care... but in this moment, at this point in time, he had nothing to give. He was struggling to stand, in his own way, but it was exceedingly unfair to expect everyone to heal and recover at the same pace, and in the same way. Others were hurting too, and some might even be worse off than him... But in no way did that diminish his own grief, and pain, and struggle. No one else had lived his life, no one else had suffered his exact losses, and no comparison of plights could make him heal faster.
Did it excuse him for acting the way he did? No. He had earned the bruises on his face, and the telling off, and Noah's anger. But it would absolutely not help to berate him for not being like 'everyone else' when there was no such thing.
Still... perceived necessity or not, Morgan's choice of words cut a bit too deep. And words that had been on his tongue were swallowed, held back, the impulse to confide in her withered and very much gone. He was to shut up and not bother her? Fine. No need to tell her anything, then. Even the things she might want to know about; like hidden doors at the Kraai, secret pacts or 'business meetings' to come.
Good dogs weren't supposed to bark, right?
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- Fin
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
