KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
"Hmm, no, perhaps not. Don't know that running to another god will really make matters better," he agreed. It was the only way he could think of, to escape a deity. Even death would only be seeking refuge with another, so. Common sense suggested it would be wise to just stay clear of them altogether. Yet even so, Korbin felt that he was itching to give the praying a new shot.
"Maybe I'll pay the shrine a visit when I'm back in Halo," he mused aloud. "See if she will listen to the prayers of a wretch like me." Though he didn't mean to, there was a grimness to the way he spoke of himself that definitely hadn't been there last time they met.
Korbin raised the glass to his lips, took a slow sip. Tried to stay clear of the dark thoughts that threatened to claim him, but it was difficult, even in a place like this.
"Maybe I'll pay the shrine a visit when I'm back in Halo," he mused aloud. "See if she will listen to the prayers of a wretch like me." Though he didn't mean to, there was a grimness to the way he spoke of himself that definitely hadn't been there last time they met.
Korbin raised the glass to his lips, took a slow sip. Tried to stay clear of the dark thoughts that threatened to claim him, but it was difficult, even in a place like this.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
