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?
Oh, so he was given options now? Korbin's expression showed a clear desire to pick neither and simply remain where he was, just out of spite. The lack of response to his own words was annoying too, but he kept his mouth shut. He cast a long stare in the direction of the exit, weighing his options, the chances of escape... and found them slim. This drunk, he couldn't shift. Would just be returned to his own form before the alcohol content in his blood killed the raven, and with his clothes (and shoes) confiscated, he would not get far in the cold night.
In the end, he chose the room. Did not so much as glance in the direction of the common room as he staggered past, a hand to the wall for support. The smell of food that permeated the air still made his stomach turn, and he had to resort to breathing through the mouth again, so as not to become sick. Every second spent in this place made the skin on his back crawl with unease, his resentment a prickly aura like barbs and tines, rejecting everything that was offered here.
Korbin knew what Chulane was trying to do here. And he was dead set on resisting all of it. Wanted no food or comfort or company, desired no support or care and no help. If he had wanted any of it, he would have stayed in Loren's ridiculous igloo, or in the elder's lodge, or followed Noah back from the aviary. Let Kiada's fumbling words bring him solace.
But no. Korbin rejected all of it. All of them. And as he entered the room, he headed straight for the bed, trying to slam the door in Chuy's face should the man be following.
In the end, he chose the room. Did not so much as glance in the direction of the common room as he staggered past, a hand to the wall for support. The smell of food that permeated the air still made his stomach turn, and he had to resort to breathing through the mouth again, so as not to become sick. Every second spent in this place made the skin on his back crawl with unease, his resentment a prickly aura like barbs and tines, rejecting everything that was offered here.
Korbin knew what Chulane was trying to do here. And he was dead set on resisting all of it. Wanted no food or comfort or company, desired no support or care and no help. If he had wanted any of it, he would have stayed in Loren's ridiculous igloo, or in the elder's lodge, or followed Noah back from the aviary. Let Kiada's fumbling words bring him solace.
But no. Korbin rejected all of it. All of them. And as he entered the room, he headed straight for the bed, trying to slam the door in Chuy's face should the man be following.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
