KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He shook his head. "So I'm to sit safely in the Citadel and let others risk their lives to keep me fed? Just so I can do something that's not necessary to keep anyone alive?" It felt so incredibly selfish and yes, even the thought made guilt roil and churn through his insides.
"Besides. The Kraai is Weaver's. Not mine. She's made it perfectly clear she doesn't need me there." And yes, the connection the bar had to Sunjata still irked him, for all that he sat and spilled his guts to the man. It was a tether and chain he didn't want, a debt he would hate to carry around. Or repay.
He listened with growing disbelief to the recounting Sunjata gave of his past. Probably he was supposed to take something away from this to apply to his own life, but damn. "Wait, so you joined a rebellion that got people killed, even though you didn't actually believe it would succeed? Did it get you anywhere?"
That just sounded stupid, to him. Reckless, selfish.
"Besides. The Kraai is Weaver's. Not mine. She's made it perfectly clear she doesn't need me there." And yes, the connection the bar had to Sunjata still irked him, for all that he sat and spilled his guts to the man. It was a tether and chain he didn't want, a debt he would hate to carry around. Or repay.
He listened with growing disbelief to the recounting Sunjata gave of his past. Probably he was supposed to take something away from this to apply to his own life, but damn. "Wait, so you joined a rebellion that got people killed, even though you didn't actually believe it would succeed? Did it get you anywhere?"
That just sounded stupid, to him. Reckless, selfish.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
