KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Well the two were so closely related in his mind that they practically were interchangeable. One might want something, but if they didn't need it, what was the point of having it? In other words... if he wasn't needed at the bar, why would she want him there? What good could he possibly do if his presence was redundant? Their closeness and understanding had always sprung out of the mutual need to survive and do what had to be done, or so it seemed to Korbin. The need to stand united against an unforgiving world. If that was no longer the case...
Painful things were going on within him, and it reflected in the blue of his eyes. She kept saying she wanted him there, but it still felt like she was rejecting him all the same. No, he didn't want the Kraai, because the place had become synonymous with everything that was changing between them. One blazing beacon over things he was losing. He didn't like being there, because it felt like he was accepting it when he was, and he didn't want to do that.
But if he didn't have the job at the bar... if he no longer was supposed to help provide for their family... then what purpose did he have? Who needed him, if she didn't?
To his chagrin and shame, Korbin felt tears well up in his eyes again, for no reason he could discern. He looked away quickly and bit them back. Couldn't find any words to respond with - and it was better that way, he didn't know that his voice would be steady if he spoke anyway.
Painful things were going on within him, and it reflected in the blue of his eyes. She kept saying she wanted him there, but it still felt like she was rejecting him all the same. No, he didn't want the Kraai, because the place had become synonymous with everything that was changing between them. One blazing beacon over things he was losing. He didn't like being there, because it felt like he was accepting it when he was, and he didn't want to do that.
But if he didn't have the job at the bar... if he no longer was supposed to help provide for their family... then what purpose did he have? Who needed him, if she didn't?
To his chagrin and shame, Korbin felt tears well up in his eyes again, for no reason he could discern. He looked away quickly and bit them back. Couldn't find any words to respond with - and it was better that way, he didn't know that his voice would be steady if he spoke anyway.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
