Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
He had not expected a reply, or the kind of raw sincerity he was flooded with down the bond. It stopped the boy in his tracks, hand still lingering on the open door. His gut twisted with a softness he had come to hate over the years; pity made you weak. Vulnerability got you killed. Caring for people that inevitably left brought only pain, which really was even worse.
Korbin hesitated. Wanted to leave, yet his feet wouldn't obey. Long fingers tightened their grip on the handle... then slowly, quietly shut it.
Turning, he gazed upon the man, crumpled and weary looking. Tried desperately not to feel anything about what he saw... but failed.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be," he replied. "But you keep mixing up that loneliness of yours with this work. What do you expect from me? What do you even want, Loren? I don't get it."
And he really didn't. Halo citizen he might be, and reasonbly well known, but Korbin was no one. Just a Snowcloak kid like any other. His troubles weren't that different from anyone else's, and he certainly wouldn't be able to fix any of Loren's problem.
Korbin hesitated. Wanted to leave, yet his feet wouldn't obey. Long fingers tightened their grip on the handle... then slowly, quietly shut it.
Turning, he gazed upon the man, crumpled and weary looking. Tried desperately not to feel anything about what he saw... but failed.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be," he replied. "But you keep mixing up that loneliness of yours with this work. What do you expect from me? What do you even want, Loren? I don't get it."
And he really didn't. Halo citizen he might be, and reasonbly well known, but Korbin was no one. Just a Snowcloak kid like any other. His troubles weren't that different from anyone else's, and he certainly wouldn't be able to fix any of Loren's problem.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
