KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He felt the throbbing ache of his wounds all the more now, as adrenaline slowly left his system. Mouth dry and head pounding a steady throb in pace with the heartbeats, he rather wished for more to drink. Water, alcohol, anything that might wash the taste of blood from his mouth. Probing the inside of his mouth with the tongue, he found that only the lip had actually split; it would no doubt be swollen for days, just like the jaw. It hurt to open his mouth too much.
"Plenty of ice on the way home," he mumbled, as he gingerly examined his ribs, to check if they really were cracked. No... didn't seem like it. But they hurt like a bitch.
Stealing a glance at Sunjata, there was a rebellious stir of satisfaction when he saw the bruises on the guy, the careful way the Arbiter moved. Korbin might have lost, but he hadn't made a fool of himself. At least not in that fight.
But then... once that feeling settled, there was guilt. Not a fool in a fistfight, but a damned idiot in just about every other way. For quite some time he sat quiet, chewing and stewing over that... then he let out a slow sigh.
"I'm... sorry. Again."
For the words he'd flung around, at least. Korbin didn't really mean most of it.
"Plenty of ice on the way home," he mumbled, as he gingerly examined his ribs, to check if they really were cracked. No... didn't seem like it. But they hurt like a bitch.
Stealing a glance at Sunjata, there was a rebellious stir of satisfaction when he saw the bruises on the guy, the careful way the Arbiter moved. Korbin might have lost, but he hadn't made a fool of himself. At least not in that fight.
But then... once that feeling settled, there was guilt. Not a fool in a fistfight, but a damned idiot in just about every other way. For quite some time he sat quiet, chewing and stewing over that... then he let out a slow sigh.
"I'm... sorry. Again."
For the words he'd flung around, at least. Korbin didn't really mean most of it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
