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?
Korbin's jaws clenched again, his patience fraying rapidly at the edges. He hated this kind of weedling, that seemed to beg for attention.
"Do you want to suffer?" he asked bluntly, skirting the questions and countering with one of his own. "If so, go right ahead. I can put you back where you were too, and let you die. Just say the word. Either way you'll be out of my hair, and the sooner the better."
He would not get in the way if this guy truly wanted to end things. But Korbin didn't think Chulane was so inclined. He was too annoyingly chipper for that, and no doubt Kiada would drag him back from Mort's realm by the hair if he tried.
"If you want to be mothered, ask your girl. I'm not a nursemaid." Nor was he an actual healer. Just an apprentice, with neither motivation nor inclination to keep at it.
"Do you want to suffer?" he asked bluntly, skirting the questions and countering with one of his own. "If so, go right ahead. I can put you back where you were too, and let you die. Just say the word. Either way you'll be out of my hair, and the sooner the better."
He would not get in the way if this guy truly wanted to end things. But Korbin didn't think Chulane was so inclined. He was too annoyingly chipper for that, and no doubt Kiada would drag him back from Mort's realm by the hair if he tried.
"If you want to be mothered, ask your girl. I'm not a nursemaid." Nor was he an actual healer. Just an apprentice, with neither motivation nor inclination to keep at it.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
