Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
The boy scowled but faltered, taken aback by the response. He never thought of it as a kindness, the things he did for Chulane. No one was left to die on the Tundra, or to starve while there was food to share. That's just how things were here. Korbin had done his duty and washed his hands of the man's fate once Loren took over. Tried to, because he didn't want to get close. Didn't want to care about people. It was an inescapable fact that everyone died, and the pain he was in now only served as further proof why it was better to stay away.
Weaver had been his exception, the last remnant of the naive child who loved freely and easily. He would never let anyone get that close again.
If he didn't get involved he wouldn't come to care. If he didn't care it wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't matter if they stayed or left or died. And if he pushed them all away, they wouldn't care about him either. No one would bother him, or be hurt when it was him who died.
Because he would. They all would. It was only a matter of when.
"Oh. Well. I'm not hungry. And I have places to sleep." Not a home, but... Korbin felt no need for one. It would be a waste of effort to find somewhere.
Weaver had been his exception, the last remnant of the naive child who loved freely and easily. He would never let anyone get that close again.
If he didn't get involved he wouldn't come to care. If he didn't care it wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't matter if they stayed or left or died. And if he pushed them all away, they wouldn't care about him either. No one would bother him, or be hurt when it was him who died.
Because he would. They all would. It was only a matter of when.
"Oh. Well. I'm not hungry. And I have places to sleep." Not a home, but... Korbin felt no need for one. It would be a waste of effort to find somewhere.
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
