KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
"Not good enough," Korbin muttered under breath, all barbs coming back out as soon as Chulane's voice webt soft again. The compliment was brushed off as quickly as the gratitude had been, rejected like it was poison.
Taking his coat back, Korbin stood up and pulled it on. The black leather was stained and damaged, pock marked with burn scars and still dusty in places from long disuse. Not made for Korbin, not fitted to his size. But he wore it anyway, as if it might somehow make him into something other than himself. Eventually. If he carried it long enough.
He made for the door, just as it was flung open. The store keeper was back, with a matronly woman in tow. A healer Korbin vaguely recognized, who had enough of the gift to sort this situation out.
"Your patient is over there," he told her in way of greeting, and jabbed a thumb over the shoulder at Chulane. "He hit his head. Awake and talking, but he's been spouting nothing but garbled nonsense. I suggest you just hit him with everything you've got."
Then he pushed past the women and slipped out before anyone could stop him. He was done here, had nothing more to say. Whether the guy chose to argue with the healer or not was uninteresting; he had a bar to find and a bottle to court.
Staying drunk seemed like a very good idea.
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- Fin?
Taking his coat back, Korbin stood up and pulled it on. The black leather was stained and damaged, pock marked with burn scars and still dusty in places from long disuse. Not made for Korbin, not fitted to his size. But he wore it anyway, as if it might somehow make him into something other than himself. Eventually. If he carried it long enough.
He made for the door, just as it was flung open. The store keeper was back, with a matronly woman in tow. A healer Korbin vaguely recognized, who had enough of the gift to sort this situation out.
"Your patient is over there," he told her in way of greeting, and jabbed a thumb over the shoulder at Chulane. "He hit his head. Awake and talking, but he's been spouting nothing but garbled nonsense. I suggest you just hit him with everything you've got."
Then he pushed past the women and slipped out before anyone could stop him. He was done here, had nothing more to say. Whether the guy chose to argue with the healer or not was uninteresting; he had a bar to find and a bottle to court.
Staying drunk seemed like a very good idea.
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- Fin?
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
