KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He was not at ease. Amun kept throwing deep probing questions at him, that would only leave him more exposed. And Korbin resented it, rejected it, didn't want to be understood. There was only one person who was entrusted with that kind of insight anymore. The others were dead. Gone, and had taken pieces of him with them that could not be replaced.
"Maybe you have room for that kind of thing, but I do not," he replied through clenched teeth, in a low rumble that was close to a growl. "I don't have to let anyone in that won't stay. I'm fine with what I have, and I'm getting sick of listening to people who think they know what is good for me. I'm the only one who get to decide that."
He withdrew, stepped back and turned to leave. He was done with this, done with talking when it wouldn't get anywhere or solve anything.
Friends. Ha. He didn't need any. He had his sister; she was all that mattered.
"Maybe you have room for that kind of thing, but I do not," he replied through clenched teeth, in a low rumble that was close to a growl. "I don't have to let anyone in that won't stay. I'm fine with what I have, and I'm getting sick of listening to people who think they know what is good for me. I'm the only one who get to decide that."
He withdrew, stepped back and turned to leave. He was done with this, done with talking when it wouldn't get anywhere or solve anything.
Friends. Ha. He didn't need any. He had his sister; she was all that mattered.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
