KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He has never gone into water deeper than a hip bath as a small child. Never swam, been submerged, near drowning. But if he ever pictured drowning, being swept away by a raging flood... this might be the closest he got. And it was nothing. Nothing at all compared to what struck back at him.
It choked him. To feel his own pain multiplied by the difference in years between them and hurled back, layers upon layers of it. There was much he didn't understand the cause of, because he didn't know this man's history. Didn't know what prompted it all.
There was no need. Circumstances didn't matter. It was all about the soul here. Laid bare by the bond... and what a dreadful bond it was.
It was quite a bit more than he could really bear. Korbin staggered back, all but collapsed down to the ground like had been dealt a physical blow, and buried his face in his hands. Found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, his whole body shuddering with barely suppressed sobs.
Gods, how could the man still stand upright? Everything just kept rebounding within him, and Korbin didn't know how to make it stop, how to separate what was his and what belonged to Sunjata...
He really was drowning in it. Unable to respond.
It choked him. To feel his own pain multiplied by the difference in years between them and hurled back, layers upon layers of it. There was much he didn't understand the cause of, because he didn't know this man's history. Didn't know what prompted it all.
There was no need. Circumstances didn't matter. It was all about the soul here. Laid bare by the bond... and what a dreadful bond it was.
It was quite a bit more than he could really bear. Korbin staggered back, all but collapsed down to the ground like had been dealt a physical blow, and buried his face in his hands. Found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, his whole body shuddering with barely suppressed sobs.
Gods, how could the man still stand upright? Everything just kept rebounding within him, and Korbin didn't know how to make it stop, how to separate what was his and what belonged to Sunjata...
He really was drowning in it. Unable to respond.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
