KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Trust wasn't Korbins strong point. It was hard to make him open up, let people in, share anything. It required pretty substantial things. Like... saving his life, or causing a meltdown. Or raising him from a kid into the almost-man he had become. Some things, it seemed, just couldn't be turned away from.
So, for once, Korbin just listened, as Sunjata embarked on his explanation, his extension of trust. No virtuoso still, but the points came across clearly enough. And he found that it echoed events from his own life far more closely than he had expected.
After the man grew quiet, seeming done with the tale, Korbin took a deep breath. Spoke slowly, as if he had to push the words out, lest they dried up again.
"I... don't think I ever did anything wrong. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but... They kept dying around me anyway. Dad. Then mom just left. Disappeared, without a trace. And when I finally felt like I was starting to understand how things were going, how it all worked... my brother died too. And Weaver..."
He breathed out slowly. Force himself to stretch out, untangle the knot he had made of himself. Long legs extended into the sand, and he leaned back on his elbows. Unconsciously mirroring Sunjata's posture.
"That's the thing that gets me. I didn't fuck anything up. If I did, I would at least know who was to blame for all of it, but like this... I don't even get to curse anyone for taking everything that matters. And who knows when it'll happen next time? Everytime she steps out of sight..."
He shook his head. Felt the old dread rising within, and didn't know what to do with it. How to stop it. Swallowing, he threw a quick glance at Sunjata. Looked away again just as swiftly.
"So... Are you 'dealing' now? Or just... forgetting, that it hurts?"
Forgetting was a damn sight easier. Korbin could relate to that.
So, for once, Korbin just listened, as Sunjata embarked on his explanation, his extension of trust. No virtuoso still, but the points came across clearly enough. And he found that it echoed events from his own life far more closely than he had expected.
After the man grew quiet, seeming done with the tale, Korbin took a deep breath. Spoke slowly, as if he had to push the words out, lest they dried up again.
"I... don't think I ever did anything wrong. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but... They kept dying around me anyway. Dad. Then mom just left. Disappeared, without a trace. And when I finally felt like I was starting to understand how things were going, how it all worked... my brother died too. And Weaver..."
He breathed out slowly. Force himself to stretch out, untangle the knot he had made of himself. Long legs extended into the sand, and he leaned back on his elbows. Unconsciously mirroring Sunjata's posture.
"That's the thing that gets me. I didn't fuck anything up. If I did, I would at least know who was to blame for all of it, but like this... I don't even get to curse anyone for taking everything that matters. And who knows when it'll happen next time? Everytime she steps out of sight..."
He shook his head. Felt the old dread rising within, and didn't know what to do with it. How to stop it. Swallowing, he threw a quick glance at Sunjata. Looked away again just as swiftly.
"So... Are you 'dealing' now? Or just... forgetting, that it hurts?"
Forgetting was a damn sight easier. Korbin could relate to that.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
