KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Her hair smelled clean, and he breathed deep the scent of her as he held her. Again he relived the panic of the night; the crash that woke him up, the screams and the cries as people ran this way and that. The struggle to help them get organized and safe, and the terrible, awful wait while the sound of battle raged; knowing that she was out there and he couldn't go to help.
"As was I," he mumbled, allowing himself a moment to close the eyes, reel with the shock and terror. They had been attacked. The gate was destroyed. Their people had died, and Weaver had become Warden of Halo. Gods, what an exquisite mess.
She withdrew, and Korbin reluctantly let go. He cast a glance around the room, and saw that many of those who had been sleeping on the floor were up and had left to go about their business. The room was far from empty, but it wasn't as crowded as it had been in the night.
"I do need to sleep, but it can wait," he told her, returning his gaze to his sister. His expression brightened when she handed him the bowl; the ravenous look suggested he hadn't eaten anything for a while either.
"If I can sit down, we can talk all you want," he promised fervently, and dug into the oats before he'd even found a proper seat. Someone brought a plate with steaming meat to go along, and he nodded a quick thank you. Already he was starting to feel better, and looked up at Weaver with interest, ready to hear her out.
"As was I," he mumbled, allowing himself a moment to close the eyes, reel with the shock and terror. They had been attacked. The gate was destroyed. Their people had died, and Weaver had become Warden of Halo. Gods, what an exquisite mess.
She withdrew, and Korbin reluctantly let go. He cast a glance around the room, and saw that many of those who had been sleeping on the floor were up and had left to go about their business. The room was far from empty, but it wasn't as crowded as it had been in the night.
"I do need to sleep, but it can wait," he told her, returning his gaze to his sister. His expression brightened when she handed him the bowl; the ravenous look suggested he hadn't eaten anything for a while either.
"If I can sit down, we can talk all you want," he promised fervently, and dug into the oats before he'd even found a proper seat. Someone brought a plate with steaming meat to go along, and he nodded a quick thank you. Already he was starting to feel better, and looked up at Weaver with interest, ready to hear her out.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
