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 all that. A wolf without a pack. A wild horse separated from the herd, a raven flying alone in empty skies. It didn't matter much that there were other birds around, because they were not who he had lost, who he needed to be whole. Ravens did not fly with eagles, or with sparrows. Wolves did not form pack with lions, or with deer. This woman stood there, reaching out a hand, but what she offered sounded so empty. So pointless. Humiliating.
How could he let his guard down around someone he didn't know, that he didn't trust? This was not the lowering of a drawbridge, no peace offering. She, just like Chulane, just like Loren, were ramming down the door and barging in, hurling words at him like rocks until he had no choice but to break. Shatter, the pieces becoming smaller with each time.
Did they think they were helping? All they taught him was that his 'No' meant nothing to them.
Korbin closed his eyes and shook his head, even as he brought his arms up as if to shield himself from blows. It was such an undignified thing to do, and it cut him that this slip of a woman could make the tears burn in his eyes with only words. He hated it. Hated them. Hated her for not listening, for not leaving. He had threatened, suggested, asked nicely... what would he have to do to get through?
"No! Leave. Me. Alone." Korbin spelled it out as clearly as he could, straining his whole being to hold back the shakes, the sobs, the visceral pain that just wouldn't go away.
What good would food do? He couldn't keep it down anyway. What point was there in fire, if he couldn't burn in it?
She could do nothing to fix this wreck.
How could he let his guard down around someone he didn't know, that he didn't trust? This was not the lowering of a drawbridge, no peace offering. She, just like Chulane, just like Loren, were ramming down the door and barging in, hurling words at him like rocks until he had no choice but to break. Shatter, the pieces becoming smaller with each time.
Did they think they were helping? All they taught him was that his 'No' meant nothing to them.
Korbin closed his eyes and shook his head, even as he brought his arms up as if to shield himself from blows. It was such an undignified thing to do, and it cut him that this slip of a woman could make the tears burn in his eyes with only words. He hated it. Hated them. Hated her for not listening, for not leaving. He had threatened, suggested, asked nicely... what would he have to do to get through?
"No! Leave. Me. Alone." Korbin spelled it out as clearly as he could, straining his whole being to hold back the shakes, the sobs, the visceral pain that just wouldn't go away.
What good would food do? He couldn't keep it down anyway. What point was there in fire, if he couldn't burn in it?
She could do nothing to fix this wreck.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
