KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
She'd always been good at moving forward. At stepping over any hurdles, make them boost her on the way to the next goal. It was something he admired with her, and always wished he could emulate. Korbin really wanted to be able to let go, the way she did. To not carry everything of the past like a chain around the neck, constantly weighing him down. He really did want to cast it off, fly free, look towards tomorrow and see the kind of hope she did.
But... when she asked what he wanted to do, what interested him, something shifted in his gaze. It shuddered away, dimmed, like a door suddenly closing. Walls coming up to guard even from her. Not because he couldn't think of anything, but because... well... he was afraid. Things he loved were always taken away. Why would dreams and interests be any different from family members?
Best way to guard them seemed to be not to talk to them. If he never began to expect anything from them, he wouldn't be disappointed when he was inevitably let down. He wouldn't have to hurt over it.
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he replied shortly.
Withdrawing, Korbin turned and started walking again, the pace he set brisk. Meant to be punishing enough to prevent further talk.
He wasn't sure whether he could take much more at the moment. Loren had been wrong; talking really didn't help anything at all right now. The boiling frustration was still there, not lessened in the slightest even after the spar... and he still hadn't found an outlet for it.
But... when she asked what he wanted to do, what interested him, something shifted in his gaze. It shuddered away, dimmed, like a door suddenly closing. Walls coming up to guard even from her. Not because he couldn't think of anything, but because... well... he was afraid. Things he loved were always taken away. Why would dreams and interests be any different from family members?
Best way to guard them seemed to be not to talk to them. If he never began to expect anything from them, he wouldn't be disappointed when he was inevitably let down. He wouldn't have to hurt over it.
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he replied shortly.
Withdrawing, Korbin turned and started walking again, the pace he set brisk. Meant to be punishing enough to prevent further talk.
He wasn't sure whether he could take much more at the moment. Loren had been wrong; talking really didn't help anything at all right now. The boiling frustration was still there, not lessened in the slightest even after the spar... and he still hadn't found an outlet for it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
