KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Possibly they were not. But it was a convenient outlet for issues he couldn't bring himself to address with her. Korbin wasn't sure he could even really put words on what was really wrong. There was something lacking in his life, that even Weaver couldn't make up for. And that in itself just added to his burdens, because he wanted her to be enough. Didn't want to be lacking, or frustrated or this grumpy asshole he had become.
He just didn't know how to stop.
In the end, all he could offer was a shrug. All Loren's unwelcome advice were ringing in his ears, but only made the boy close the words tighter into himself.
"That's the thing though," he said, using the topic of Outlanders as subterfuge to keep hiding the painful workings of his mind. "How many have even offered to try? Yet they expect to be welcomed and treated as equals when they are not. If they weren't so fucking arrogant about their supposed right to be here, then I might not resent them as much."
Maybe. But then again...
He just didn't know how to stop.
In the end, all he could offer was a shrug. All Loren's unwelcome advice were ringing in his ears, but only made the boy close the words tighter into himself.
"That's the thing though," he said, using the topic of Outlanders as subterfuge to keep hiding the painful workings of his mind. "How many have even offered to try? Yet they expect to be welcomed and treated as equals when they are not. If they weren't so fucking arrogant about their supposed right to be here, then I might not resent them as much."
Maybe. But then again...
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
