KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He shrank back from that gaze. The quiet of her, the weight in her words. It was unexpected - he had half assumed he'd be punched in the face again - and Korbin felt her meaning pierce deep through the hazy fog of his own turmoil.
And it hurt. Hurt having it confirmed that she didn't actually need his actual physical help. The things he could provide with his hands, his back, the hours of his day. Those were the things he knew how to give, and if she didn't want that... What else was he to do? What else did he have to offer that could possibly be of any use?
"What am I supposed to do then?" he protested, though the intensity of him was flagging in the face of her serious demeanour. "You said before that you wanted me to help, and now... what, you don't anymore?" He was honestly confused, couldn't see what she was getting at.
And it hurt. Hurt having it confirmed that she didn't actually need his actual physical help. The things he could provide with his hands, his back, the hours of his day. Those were the things he knew how to give, and if she didn't want that... What else was he to do? What else did he have to offer that could possibly be of any use?
"What am I supposed to do then?" he protested, though the intensity of him was flagging in the face of her serious demeanour. "You said before that you wanted me to help, and now... what, you don't anymore?" He was honestly confused, couldn't see what she was getting at.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
