KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
With one raised brow, Korbin questioned that lack of self-knowledge. Most people were well aware of their faults and flaws, intimately conscious of them as they struggled through life. Korbin had his own; lack of identity outside the context of his family, excessive pride and stubbornness, a deep seated inability to trust along with a tendency towards emotional dependency. He was proud, and stiff necked, and frequently looked down on others with a 'better than thou' attitude that made him at times very arrogant.
He was working on it. Particularly the points of identity and pride were under harsh scrutiny at the moment, and while the process of changing ingrained habits was slow, at least he was aware of himself. "Then you figure out what they are, and stop fooling yourself into thinking that you don't have to change." He could be talking to himself. It certainly sounded like a lesson beaten into him by fists and firm embraces.
"Do you have the necessary skills for that? That independence you want is something one needs to earn in Halo. How many years do you think I had to wait before I was allowed out on the Tundra on my own? If this was Torchline or the Hollowed Ground then going off on your own might be fine, but it's not. You are in Halo, Delpine. The place where people freeze to death from stepping out the front door at night. You need to wake the fuck up from whatever dream you've been living in."
Was he being too harsh? Maybe. Yet he held back the desire to grab the girl and shake her, instead focusing his energy on walking. If his pace picked up gradually, it was merely in an effort to blow off steam. She better fix his shoulder once they were back, because Korbin could not remember ever craving a spar as much as he did right now. Fuck, Weaver, why wasn't she here when he needed her?
He was working on it. Particularly the points of identity and pride were under harsh scrutiny at the moment, and while the process of changing ingrained habits was slow, at least he was aware of himself. "Then you figure out what they are, and stop fooling yourself into thinking that you don't have to change." He could be talking to himself. It certainly sounded like a lesson beaten into him by fists and firm embraces.
"Do you have the necessary skills for that? That independence you want is something one needs to earn in Halo. How many years do you think I had to wait before I was allowed out on the Tundra on my own? If this was Torchline or the Hollowed Ground then going off on your own might be fine, but it's not. You are in Halo, Delpine. The place where people freeze to death from stepping out the front door at night. You need to wake the fuck up from whatever dream you've been living in."
Was he being too harsh? Maybe. Yet he held back the desire to grab the girl and shake her, instead focusing his energy on walking. If his pace picked up gradually, it was merely in an effort to blow off steam. She better fix his shoulder once they were back, because Korbin could not remember ever craving a spar as much as he did right now. Fuck, Weaver, why wasn't she here when he needed her?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
