KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin was taken aback by the defensiveness, the sharpening tone. He didn't understand why his questions - that seemed perfectly reasonable - caused such offense.
"Am I criticizing? I didn't intend to do so... I just don't get it. Pleasure aside, most people would find the consumption of blood to be problematic. It's an ingrained social taboo. Borderline cannibalistic... unless you've somehow become something other than human, in which case its more predatory. Which still would be scary to most.
"Did you really never question that?" He sounded more curious than accusatory.
Rubbing the back of his neck with a large, long-fingered hand, he gave Amun a puzzled look. Genuinely confused about the mocking tone. "I find it even more curious that you accept it so easily if it's not how you were born. Why aren't you howling in rage against the one who brought this upon you? It looks very much like a curse to me..."
But hey, maybe that was his natural prejudice speaking again. Wouldn't be the first time.
"Well... no. Usually I just play music," he replied. A quiet admission, spoken quite softly - a vastly different tone from any of the rest.
"Am I criticizing? I didn't intend to do so... I just don't get it. Pleasure aside, most people would find the consumption of blood to be problematic. It's an ingrained social taboo. Borderline cannibalistic... unless you've somehow become something other than human, in which case its more predatory. Which still would be scary to most.
"Did you really never question that?" He sounded more curious than accusatory.
Rubbing the back of his neck with a large, long-fingered hand, he gave Amun a puzzled look. Genuinely confused about the mocking tone. "I find it even more curious that you accept it so easily if it's not how you were born. Why aren't you howling in rage against the one who brought this upon you? It looks very much like a curse to me..."
But hey, maybe that was his natural prejudice speaking again. Wouldn't be the first time.
"Well... no. Usually I just play music," he replied. A quiet admission, spoken quite softly - a vastly different tone from any of the rest.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
