KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He shrugged. Felt like he'd said too much, now that he had to explain the reasoning. "It's not like I don't enjoy it," he said, not quite meeting the man's gaze. "I already... I mean, I play music. Sometimes. But it's not like I can do it for a living, and if I've got time to play, I should work instead."
It was perhaps a bit late to be awkward about opening up and revealing things. But Korbin still felt like he was giving away secrets by talking about himself. Like it might give this man power over him, somehow... Which of course sounded ridiculous when he vented the thought even to himself.
"Plucking lute strings won't put food on the table," he added, to clarify if it wasn't already plain what he meant.
It still hurt to say it. To keep repeating what he'd come to believe was an undeniable truth. Even more now, after Loren had pushed him to consider making a living off it. Korbin just... couldn't see how it would be possible.
It was perhaps a bit late to be awkward about opening up and revealing things. But Korbin still felt like he was giving away secrets by talking about himself. Like it might give this man power over him, somehow... Which of course sounded ridiculous when he vented the thought even to himself.
"Plucking lute strings won't put food on the table," he added, to clarify if it wasn't already plain what he meant.
It still hurt to say it. To keep repeating what he'd come to believe was an undeniable truth. Even more now, after Loren had pushed him to consider making a living off it. Korbin just... couldn't see how it would be possible.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
