KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
The egoism of circling back to himself wasn't intentional. Just another symptom of the problems the raven struggled with. When all your focus was turned inward to make sense of what happened with your own mind and soul, it became very difficult to look away, to empathize with those around. That empathy was under lock and key in Korbin anyway; don't see, don't feel, don't care, and maybe everyone would go away.
And they would. Eventually, they all would. Even the most ardent helper would give up after being pushed away enough times.
"No," he replied, at the question. It brought up memories of the time he had tried to offer a normal training session, only for it to go completely sideways. It was still humiliating, and he was not going to mention it. Korbin was in no mood to be laughed at, not over this.
"Brawling never helps anything. What's the point of even trying, when he'll just drop a dragon on me anyway? I would prefer to just not see the guy at all."
Korbin picked up the tools and turned back to the hide, to start working again. This conversation wasn't going anywhere, and he felt like they were about to go down another path of arguing, just when they'd come to some accord on the first issue.
All his fault, of course. It always was, because he refused to shut up, lie and pretend just to make her happy.
And they would. Eventually, they all would. Even the most ardent helper would give up after being pushed away enough times.
"No," he replied, at the question. It brought up memories of the time he had tried to offer a normal training session, only for it to go completely sideways. It was still humiliating, and he was not going to mention it. Korbin was in no mood to be laughed at, not over this.
"Brawling never helps anything. What's the point of even trying, when he'll just drop a dragon on me anyway? I would prefer to just not see the guy at all."
Korbin picked up the tools and turned back to the hide, to start working again. This conversation wasn't going anywhere, and he felt like they were about to go down another path of arguing, just when they'd come to some accord on the first issue.
All his fault, of course. It always was, because he refused to shut up, lie and pretend just to make her happy.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
