Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
No reason. No plan. No intent, at least none revealed. Arbitrary acts of kindness; Korbin had always been allergic to them. Loren's casually offered healing kit had sent him into a towering fury once, because it came free of charge.
His stomach turned at the mention of food. Whether from hunger or nausea he didn't know; possibly both, cause and effect. Flitting images came to mind of the places he had woken up in lately. The Kraai - he couldnt stand the sight of it - the lodge of the elders, the raven aviary, the crappy room at the old tavern... He'd spent that morning heaving his guts out in a snow drift, with sledgehammers pounding the inside of his skull. His own home was a burned out husk, it's charred remains an echo of his heart.
It was Loren's fault he needed a place to sleep at all. A pile of snow in an empty alley would be his preference, but too many watchful eyes prevented that.
"Why?" he asked, voice as dull as it was suspicious. "Why are you offering this?" Korbin wanted to rage against the niceness, the consideration - he didn't want it! - but it would require more energy and committment than he possessed. He was tired, and constantly fighting these people wore on him.
His stomach turned at the mention of food. Whether from hunger or nausea he didn't know; possibly both, cause and effect. Flitting images came to mind of the places he had woken up in lately. The Kraai - he couldnt stand the sight of it - the lodge of the elders, the raven aviary, the crappy room at the old tavern... He'd spent that morning heaving his guts out in a snow drift, with sledgehammers pounding the inside of his skull. His own home was a burned out husk, it's charred remains an echo of his heart.
It was Loren's fault he needed a place to sleep at all. A pile of snow in an empty alley would be his preference, but too many watchful eyes prevented that.
"Why?" he asked, voice as dull as it was suspicious. "Why are you offering this?" Korbin wanted to rage against the niceness, the consideration - he didn't want it! - but it would require more energy and committment than he possessed. He was tired, and constantly fighting these people wore on him.
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
