Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Any other time, Korbin might have been amused and aggrieved both to know that his mood could be read by a lack of ill temper. As a kid, all he wanted to do was make people around him laugh. But that boy had faded more and more over the years, and was but a dimly remembered ghost now. Recalled only by Weaver and... No. Only by himself. His throat constricted, tears threatening to overwhelm him again.
Chuy told him to follow. Started to walk off with that wheelbarrow. Korbin watched his back, not moving. Not until the command was repeated. Any other day he would have blown a fuse to be ordered about. Now he found his feet moving on their own, numbness overtaking the mind. A defense against overwhelming grief.
He followed, aimless, heedless. Nothing mattered; there was no point in resisting. Just a useless waste of energy he didn't have.
Chuy told him to follow. Started to walk off with that wheelbarrow. Korbin watched his back, not moving. Not until the command was repeated. Any other day he would have blown a fuse to be ordered about. Now he found his feet moving on their own, numbness overtaking the mind. A defense against overwhelming grief.
He followed, aimless, heedless. Nothing mattered; there was no point in resisting. Just a useless waste of energy he didn't have.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
