Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
He couldn't argue with that line of thought. Korbin sent a thought of sympathy to the soldiers who would, no doubt, be faced with some rigorous training sessions before Morgan had decided that they weren't incompetent after all.
Korbin nodded reassuringly, or so he hoped. "At the very least, I have no doubts that you will pull through when it matters," he said. Not to flatter - even if he privately thought it was rather endearing that she wasn't confident in all things - but because he genuinely thought so. The captain had always held his respect, and it only grew the more he got to know her.
Which was why he broached this subject at all. Slumping down deeper into his chair, Korbin nodded. "It's not. A while ago - around the middle of Leafchange - Loren and I came upon a group of cannibals on the Tundra. We ended up having to fight them... and I killed one of them." His gaze fell to the dregs of tea in the almost empty cup; it was plain that the subject pained him to speak of. "Immediately after, I was fine. Shocked, for sure, but still able to shrug it off. But lately... I keep reliving that battle. What I did. And it interferes with my life. I can't sleep, can't focus properly... I almost hurt my sister when we sparred last, because I forgot where I was and thought I was fighting that cannibal again.
"Is that.. normal? Do your soldiers have problems like that too?" Or is there something wrong with me?
He didn't ask it, but the question hovered in the silence as he quieted, hardly daring to glance up at Morgan. Afraid of the scorn he half expected to see in her.
Korbin nodded reassuringly, or so he hoped. "At the very least, I have no doubts that you will pull through when it matters," he said. Not to flatter - even if he privately thought it was rather endearing that she wasn't confident in all things - but because he genuinely thought so. The captain had always held his respect, and it only grew the more he got to know her.
Which was why he broached this subject at all. Slumping down deeper into his chair, Korbin nodded. "It's not. A while ago - around the middle of Leafchange - Loren and I came upon a group of cannibals on the Tundra. We ended up having to fight them... and I killed one of them." His gaze fell to the dregs of tea in the almost empty cup; it was plain that the subject pained him to speak of. "Immediately after, I was fine. Shocked, for sure, but still able to shrug it off. But lately... I keep reliving that battle. What I did. And it interferes with my life. I can't sleep, can't focus properly... I almost hurt my sister when we sparred last, because I forgot where I was and thought I was fighting that cannibal again.
"Is that.. normal? Do your soldiers have problems like that too?" Or is there something wrong with me?
He didn't ask it, but the question hovered in the silence as he quieted, hardly daring to glance up at Morgan. Afraid of the scorn he half expected to see in her.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
