Nothing there for you to see

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

Korbin flinched and looked away. No, he most certainly did not care. The man could go jump off the tallest tower in the Palace and his only concern would be the unpaid debt. At least, that's what he told himself. The attempted humor was met with the same guarded stare as before, and Korbin grew more tense as Loren met his gaze, not looking away.

He looked down at his hands at the sigh. Opened and closed them, considering whether it was even worth answering. "People leave," he eventually said, speaking slowly. Avoided looking at Loren. "Or they die. It's inevitable. It's part of life. But if I let them in... if I care, they'll take away a part of me when they leave.

"Already I'm less than I was. And there's less and less left... I don't have room for people who can't be trusted, who will waltz off whenever it pleases them. There's not enough of me left to hand out so carelessly. What's left is for Weaver. Only her."

So he stayed away from them. Kept everyone at arms length. Shied away from those who cared, because they always craved the same thing back, and he just didn't have anything to give.

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.