KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
A last round of bandage to keep everything in place - brain, blood, wits if there were any left - and then Korbin tied it off with a knot. He even remembered at the last minute not to slap the man on the shoulder, and started to clean up after himself. He was quiet, not sure what to answer. The thought of leaving had never even entered his mind, but why was too deep a question. Those were not waters Korbin was ready to enter just now.
"I'm the one who's done with life," he mumbled in the end, as he found a glass and filled it with water. "Doesn't mean I'm trying to drag others down with me." He pressed the glass into Chuy's hands, made sure he had it and started to turn away.
A new kind of pain was working in his chest. Aching, gnawing, tender to the touch. It tasted almost like regret.
"I'm the one who's done with life," he mumbled in the end, as he found a glass and filled it with water. "Doesn't mean I'm trying to drag others down with me." He pressed the glass into Chuy's hands, made sure he had it and started to turn away.
A new kind of pain was working in his chest. Aching, gnawing, tender to the touch. It tasted almost like regret.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
