KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It sounded like something Weaver might say. Korbin jerked his shoulders up in a stiff shrug. "Is it? Sounds like a load of dung to me. What did I gain by never getting to know my parents? What good did it do me to lose my brother? I loved my sister before they left; I didn't need to watch her work herself to the bone for my sake to know that."
And it didn't change the fact that he became less with every family member that passed. Less open, less trusting, less generous.
The topic was painful, but Korbin's expression was blank, neutral. His eyes distant as he stared off into nothingness. He just looked... tired. A bone deep weariness that he was far too young to carry.
"Point is, Loren, you caring won't do me any favors. It won't get you anything. It really would be easier if you didn't try to help." His tone was listless and dull. There wasn't even irritation in it anymore, just... tiredness and old pain.
And it didn't change the fact that he became less with every family member that passed. Less open, less trusting, less generous.
The topic was painful, but Korbin's expression was blank, neutral. His eyes distant as he stared off into nothingness. He just looked... tired. A bone deep weariness that he was far too young to carry.
"Point is, Loren, you caring won't do me any favors. It won't get you anything. It really would be easier if you didn't try to help." His tone was listless and dull. There wasn't even irritation in it anymore, just... tiredness and old pain.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
