Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
The reply sounded a good deal like what others had said before. It wasn't what Korbin had hoped to hear, though in all honesty, he wasn't sure what he had expected. He sighed, and rubbed a hand over the face, weariness after too little sleep over too many nights taking its toll, even if it didn't necessarily show.
"Here's to hoping I don't end up hurting anyone seriously before my mind lets it go, then," he replied grimly. Making a mock salute with his teacup, he swallowed the last mouthful, dregs and all, and shuddered at the bitterness of it.
"Do you think exposing myself to more of the same will help, or make things worse?" he asked. Gods knew he didn't love training or fighting, but if it kept him from repeating the awful scenario with Weaver, he would gladly mix himself in with the soldiers every day. So far, working helped a bit... Keeping his mind occupied, unable to stray...
Except it did anyway, which was the furstrating part.
"Here's to hoping I don't end up hurting anyone seriously before my mind lets it go, then," he replied grimly. Making a mock salute with his teacup, he swallowed the last mouthful, dregs and all, and shuddered at the bitterness of it.
"Do you think exposing myself to more of the same will help, or make things worse?" he asked. Gods knew he didn't love training or fighting, but if it kept him from repeating the awful scenario with Weaver, he would gladly mix himself in with the soldiers every day. So far, working helped a bit... Keeping his mind occupied, unable to stray...
Except it did anyway, which was the furstrating part.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
