KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
No, somehow that had never quite gotten through to him. That tether had been iron hard, cold and clear and unmistakeable. 'Want' was so much more fickle than 'need', and perhaps a part of him hadn't even trusted her to stay if given a choice to leave.
But it did stroke his ego to hear that she didn't want anyone else to help her. Bolstered a faltering confidence, reassured him, now that he actually listened to what she had been saying all along. Out on the Tundra, he'd been too caught up in his own internal storm to really hear anything she said. But ever since his fight with Sunjata and that breakdown, the beatdown, some part of the darkness had grown lighter. Not as overwhelming.
Not gone, oh no, not by far. That would take time, and effort, and he still very much needed to be left alone to figure out what he would do with a life that no longer was supposed to circle around his sister. Had to figure out what might be even half as worthwhile - because he could do anything, everything, if he needed to - but he had no idea what he wanted.
For the first time in over a season, Korbin's expression lightened. He sighed, a long, deep thing that looked like it expelled half his soul before he was done, and smiled at her. Relaxed, and reached up to swipe at her nose with a gore-stained finger.
"Thank you," he said simply. "Let's give it a bit longer... it can still lift on its own. And I will continue to help you with the bar. Half days, when I'm not working at the infirmary." That ought to fill his days to the brim. Leave no time over for brooding, between working two jobs and learning everything Loren tried to teach about healing without magic.
Just what he needed. Something to lose himself in.
But it did stroke his ego to hear that she didn't want anyone else to help her. Bolstered a faltering confidence, reassured him, now that he actually listened to what she had been saying all along. Out on the Tundra, he'd been too caught up in his own internal storm to really hear anything she said. But ever since his fight with Sunjata and that breakdown, the beatdown, some part of the darkness had grown lighter. Not as overwhelming.
Not gone, oh no, not by far. That would take time, and effort, and he still very much needed to be left alone to figure out what he would do with a life that no longer was supposed to circle around his sister. Had to figure out what might be even half as worthwhile - because he could do anything, everything, if he needed to - but he had no idea what he wanted.
For the first time in over a season, Korbin's expression lightened. He sighed, a long, deep thing that looked like it expelled half his soul before he was done, and smiled at her. Relaxed, and reached up to swipe at her nose with a gore-stained finger.
"Thank you," he said simply. "Let's give it a bit longer... it can still lift on its own. And I will continue to help you with the bar. Half days, when I'm not working at the infirmary." That ought to fill his days to the brim. Leave no time over for brooding, between working two jobs and learning everything Loren tried to teach about healing without magic.
Just what he needed. Something to lose himself in.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
