KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
He waited for the eruption, knew the Kraai was a sore spot for the both of them and that it would likely remain so. He couldn't let it go, and couldn't quite accept it, and as long as he remained undecided in his relation to the place, nothing would be resolved about it.
Reading her response, Korbin could almost feel the exasperation in the words. He felt his own frustration churn on reading it too, and chewed on it, stewed and turned the situation over in his mind. Until, surprisingly, he actually laughed. A breathless, desperate sort of sound, that was muffled as he buried his face in his hands.
"I just want you to need me, I gues," he said, as plain and raw in his motivations as he could manage. "I know. I'm an idiot, and I don't have any answers either. I just wish there was something I could do for you that no one else can. Actually do, you know. I'll be your brother whether I'm here or on the other side of the continent, that doesn't count. But anyone can help with your bar. Anyone can play music there. There's no role for me there that can't be filled by someone else." He shrugged helplessly, unable to say it plainer than this.
It was sadly true for everything he did these days. There was nothing he excelled at, no part for him to play, no role to fill that couldn't be done as good or better by others. Nothing vital at least, which was why he didn't seriously consider the music.
"And even if I wanted to change my mind about playing... It's too late now. I can't, even if I wanted to." And gods, did he want to play. His hands ached with the need, his head bursting with melodies and rhythms begging for release. It was a constant ache that did nothing to help his current tangle of emotions.
Reading her response, Korbin could almost feel the exasperation in the words. He felt his own frustration churn on reading it too, and chewed on it, stewed and turned the situation over in his mind. Until, surprisingly, he actually laughed. A breathless, desperate sort of sound, that was muffled as he buried his face in his hands.
"I just want you to need me, I gues," he said, as plain and raw in his motivations as he could manage. "I know. I'm an idiot, and I don't have any answers either. I just wish there was something I could do for you that no one else can. Actually do, you know. I'll be your brother whether I'm here or on the other side of the continent, that doesn't count. But anyone can help with your bar. Anyone can play music there. There's no role for me there that can't be filled by someone else." He shrugged helplessly, unable to say it plainer than this.
It was sadly true for everything he did these days. There was nothing he excelled at, no part for him to play, no role to fill that couldn't be done as good or better by others. Nothing vital at least, which was why he didn't seriously consider the music.
"And even if I wanted to change my mind about playing... It's too late now. I can't, even if I wanted to." And gods, did he want to play. His hands ached with the need, his head bursting with melodies and rhythms begging for release. It was a constant ache that did nothing to help his current tangle of emotions.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
