KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Beautiful words. A nice little speech, encouragement wrapped up in the guise of a challenge. Perfect to bait a contrary young man into changing his ways... oh, if only the kid could be bothered to listen. But Korbin rejected the message, dropped the chance for redemption like it was a hot coal. Fairly recoiled from all of it, because what Sunjata said struck too deep, touched too sensitive spots in a mind that wasn't ready to accept the change.
Or maybe he was ready and maybe it did reach him, and the boy just resented having it brought to him by this person, whom he was so detemined to hate. It was hard to say, because all Korbin really knew was that it hurt to hear it. All of it. Made him want to howl in protest, scream until his voice cracked...
Not a sound passed over his lips however. The moment Sunjata shoved off him, Korbin shifted. The black raven leaped into the air and winged its way high up, off and out of reach of the panther so he couldn't be caught again. His head was a mess, every muscle in his body crying out in protest. Torn between the destructive urge to keep launching himself upon the Flood, and the raven's impulse to flee this fight he couldn't win.
"I don't want anyone to care! I want to be left the fuck alone so I can give up in peace and quiet!" The retort came with a crackling, brittle thought that was fragile as new ice. "If you don't give a damn then stop pretending that you do!"
Stop the talking, the advice, the comparing and understanding; it hurt and he didn't want to feel anything.
Or maybe he was ready and maybe it did reach him, and the boy just resented having it brought to him by this person, whom he was so detemined to hate. It was hard to say, because all Korbin really knew was that it hurt to hear it. All of it. Made him want to howl in protest, scream until his voice cracked...
Not a sound passed over his lips however. The moment Sunjata shoved off him, Korbin shifted. The black raven leaped into the air and winged its way high up, off and out of reach of the panther so he couldn't be caught again. His head was a mess, every muscle in his body crying out in protest. Torn between the destructive urge to keep launching himself upon the Flood, and the raven's impulse to flee this fight he couldn't win.
"I don't want anyone to care! I want to be left the fuck alone so I can give up in peace and quiet!" The retort came with a crackling, brittle thought that was fragile as new ice. "If you don't give a damn then stop pretending that you do!"
Stop the talking, the advice, the comparing and understanding; it hurt and he didn't want to feel anything.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
