Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
It had not really been meant as a prompt for Loren to relive the battle, and Korbin was surprised when the guy not only offered, but went straight into a narration of the events that wrecked the Citadel. Before long, he was too wrapped up in the retelling of the battle to care about much else. Korbin could see it play out before his inner vision; small figures running desperately through the cold night, fighting a terrible battle against horrible odds.
When Loren's voice cracked, the young man looked at him for a moment, then turned his gaze away, to give him space and privacy. His own struggles with the killing of a single man still haunted him, and gave Korbin a vague understanding of the burden that weighed on the healer right now. Not just one, but many had fallen to him. The same was true for Weaver, of that Korbin had no doubt. He knew his sister; even if she stayed back, she would never stand around and do nothing.
Korbin did know the rest. The chaotic running around until everyone was safely indoors. The standoff between Neron and Weaver, the moments of hesitation before Morgan conceded the claim to the Warden's seat. It was still a haze in his mind, of ceaseless work piling up before him. And it still hadn't ended. Wouldn't ever, though it might calm down a bit eventually.
Hesitating, he took a step closer and put a hand on Loren's shoulder. He was no hugger, couldn't casually wrap his arm around someone like it was the most natural thing... it really wasn't. But he couldn't do nothing either.
"You protected our people. My sister. Everyone within these walls. Thank you." It was really all he could think to say. For once, Korbin was lost for words.
When Loren's voice cracked, the young man looked at him for a moment, then turned his gaze away, to give him space and privacy. His own struggles with the killing of a single man still haunted him, and gave Korbin a vague understanding of the burden that weighed on the healer right now. Not just one, but many had fallen to him. The same was true for Weaver, of that Korbin had no doubt. He knew his sister; even if she stayed back, she would never stand around and do nothing.
Korbin did know the rest. The chaotic running around until everyone was safely indoors. The standoff between Neron and Weaver, the moments of hesitation before Morgan conceded the claim to the Warden's seat. It was still a haze in his mind, of ceaseless work piling up before him. And it still hadn't ended. Wouldn't ever, though it might calm down a bit eventually.
Hesitating, he took a step closer and put a hand on Loren's shoulder. He was no hugger, couldn't casually wrap his arm around someone like it was the most natural thing... it really wasn't. But he couldn't do nothing either.
"You protected our people. My sister. Everyone within these walls. Thank you." It was really all he could think to say. For once, Korbin was lost for words.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
