Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Clearly there had been expectations. Hopes, wishes. It was made clear by the way the Healer replied. And Korbin had just as clearly shattered some of them. It should make him pleased to hear that his point had finally come across, been hammered in beyond a doubt - he didn't want anyone to care - but for some reason he just felt heavier by the response. Not lighter.
"Consent and permission," he sent back, his own emotions withdrawing until the words were made entirely dry and impersonal. Like they had been when they first spoke like this. "Seems it applies to everything."
Korbin pushed away from the door and took a few steps further into the room. Didn't accept or reject the apology; it was just ignored.
"I'm here to work. Lessons are necessary for that. Go on." But the spark of interest was gone from the boy, and he looked withdrawn where he stood. Absent, like his thoughts were far away.
"Consent and permission," he sent back, his own emotions withdrawing until the words were made entirely dry and impersonal. Like they had been when they first spoke like this. "Seems it applies to everything."
Korbin pushed away from the door and took a few steps further into the room. Didn't accept or reject the apology; it was just ignored.
"I'm here to work. Lessons are necessary for that. Go on." But the spark of interest was gone from the boy, and he looked withdrawn where he stood. Absent, like his thoughts were far away.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
