KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
This wasn't normal for Korbin. He didn't usually spill his guts to the first person who stuck around to listen. It was a sign of how close to the bottom he'd come, how heavily it all weighed on him that he was speaking now. How scared he was of himself, that this belliggerent scream for help would erupt.
Korbin was just drunk enough to have the bonds of his tongue loosened, rattled and torn open by the fights - mental and physical - and, perhaps, strangely comfortable to spew it all over this person. It could even be called trust, if by that one meant trust in that the Flood really couldn't care less about Korbin. And the raven didn't care one bit about Sunjata. They had already established that, so... it was safe. He couldn't hurt someone he cared about by throwing all this venom out in the open now. Weaver was safe, couldn't be wounded by anything that happened here today.
"If I knew how to do that I wouldn't be here right now!" he snapped back, in another violent hiss from the bird. "I don't know how to let go! I don't know how to be happy or live the way she wants me to! I can't even fucking fake a smile she won't see right through, and I sure as hell won't lie to her! So go on, tell me how to stop wanting to tear open the throat of everyone who comes within arms reach just so they'll leave me alone, because that too I have no fucking clue on how to accomplish!"
Sunjata's frustration was met in equal measure by Korbin's own, the mental dead end of his continual chase for answers he never found. It was an endless spiral that just sunk him deeper and deeper into darkness with every turn.
It's not like he wanted to be like this. Once, not too long ago, he had been quick to smile laugh, reveled in the chance to make others do the same. How had he come to this place? Where had that boy gone?
He didn't recognize himself anymore, and that was perhaps the scariest part of it.
Korbin was just drunk enough to have the bonds of his tongue loosened, rattled and torn open by the fights - mental and physical - and, perhaps, strangely comfortable to spew it all over this person. It could even be called trust, if by that one meant trust in that the Flood really couldn't care less about Korbin. And the raven didn't care one bit about Sunjata. They had already established that, so... it was safe. He couldn't hurt someone he cared about by throwing all this venom out in the open now. Weaver was safe, couldn't be wounded by anything that happened here today.
"If I knew how to do that I wouldn't be here right now!" he snapped back, in another violent hiss from the bird. "I don't know how to let go! I don't know how to be happy or live the way she wants me to! I can't even fucking fake a smile she won't see right through, and I sure as hell won't lie to her! So go on, tell me how to stop wanting to tear open the throat of everyone who comes within arms reach just so they'll leave me alone, because that too I have no fucking clue on how to accomplish!"
Sunjata's frustration was met in equal measure by Korbin's own, the mental dead end of his continual chase for answers he never found. It was an endless spiral that just sunk him deeper and deeper into darkness with every turn.
It's not like he wanted to be like this. Once, not too long ago, he had been quick to smile laugh, reveled in the chance to make others do the same. How had he come to this place? Where had that boy gone?
He didn't recognize himself anymore, and that was perhaps the scariest part of it.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
