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?
He was a what now? The snap was so unexpected that Korbin sat up straighter, staring at Chulane like it was the first time he saw the guy. His gaze started to waver as the other went on however, ducking away from that fixed stare. The boy rolled his shoulders, twisting in a seat that was suddenly turned uncomfortable, and he chewed his cheek like it had offended him. Glared into the void, carefully not looking at Chuy.
Truth was, he didn't know. Couldn't say why he hadn't run away from what he'd caused, except that it's how he was raised. Clean up your mess. Deal with the shit in front of you. If you break it, mend it.
"It was just fucking reflex." The reply was a sullen murmur, angry and tense. The same ingrained reaction that had him drag stray idiots home from the Tundra. Boy, did he regret it. He really ought to stop giving in to that shit, it kept coming back to bite him.
Truth was, he didn't know. Couldn't say why he hadn't run away from what he'd caused, except that it's how he was raised. Clean up your mess. Deal with the shit in front of you. If you break it, mend it.
"It was just fucking reflex." The reply was a sullen murmur, angry and tense. The same ingrained reaction that had him drag stray idiots home from the Tundra. Boy, did he regret it. He really ought to stop giving in to that shit, it kept coming back to bite him.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
