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?
It was a small tornado gone astray, and Korbin let it rampage. When the bed was denied to him, he staggered to the lone table and chair by the window instead, and slumped down upon it, prying open the bottle as he went.
Paying no heed to the bread, he took swigs from the drink and stared into the darkness that hovered outside. A few pinpricks of light suggested that not all of Snowcloak had turned in for the night. If he leaned off to the right, he would be able to see the lights from the Kraai. And just beyond, there was an empty gap where the roof of his house used to be.
Korbin closed his eyes. Did not lean over to look. In the fireplace, embers smoldered; the room was cool, but his insides burned with liqour. It was a crime to let fires go out in Halo.
Weaver had always nagged at him about it.
Paying no heed to the bread, he took swigs from the drink and stared into the darkness that hovered outside. A few pinpricks of light suggested that not all of Snowcloak had turned in for the night. If he leaned off to the right, he would be able to see the lights from the Kraai. And just beyond, there was an empty gap where the roof of his house used to be.
Korbin closed his eyes. Did not lean over to look. In the fireplace, embers smoldered; the room was cool, but his insides burned with liqour. It was a crime to let fires go out in Halo.
Weaver had always nagged at him about it.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
