KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
It would have been easy to tear free of her grip. He was taller, stronger, could no doubt throw her over a shoulder if he wanted to... but as always, all the strength fled from him when she grabbed his arm. Oh, he resisted, but not more than that she could still press him back down on the bench. Couldn't resist her, could never deny her anything.
No, she didn't need to ask; all she had to do was point at a task and he would do it. Not happily perhaps, or even willingly, but he would do it.
So he read her messages and breathed deep the frustration. Held it down, pushed it back; he couldn't unleash himself on her the way he had with Sunjata. Couldn't spill his guts the same way, because the words mattered here. Her thoughts and opinions mattered, his weakness mattered.
"You might have place for people who wind up leaving, but I don't," he replied hoarsely. "I can't let people in and not get attached, you know that. And when they leave - because everyone leaves but you - I... I can't take any more funerals, Weaver. I can't deal with more loss. There's not enough of me left to share with anyone else."
He never did understand how she could remain so self-contained, how she didn't run out of self to give away. Korbin just didn't know how to not pour everything of himself into anything and everyone that mattered. How could he not? If they mattered he would do anything, everything, offer up all he was and ask nothing in return.
And it always ruined him.
No, she didn't need to ask; all she had to do was point at a task and he would do it. Not happily perhaps, or even willingly, but he would do it.
So he read her messages and breathed deep the frustration. Held it down, pushed it back; he couldn't unleash himself on her the way he had with Sunjata. Couldn't spill his guts the same way, because the words mattered here. Her thoughts and opinions mattered, his weakness mattered.
"You might have place for people who wind up leaving, but I don't," he replied hoarsely. "I can't let people in and not get attached, you know that. And when they leave - because everyone leaves but you - I... I can't take any more funerals, Weaver. I can't deal with more loss. There's not enough of me left to share with anyone else."
He never did understand how she could remain so self-contained, how she didn't run out of self to give away. Korbin just didn't know how to not pour everything of himself into anything and everyone that mattered. How could he not? If they mattered he would do anything, everything, offer up all he was and ask nothing in return.
And it always ruined him.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
