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?
"...tell me about her?" Korbin flinched again, an actual whimper escaping him as his simple request for solitude was ignored yet again. Was this caring? Or was it just the selfish stroking of her own ego, a repeated mantra that she was good as long as she tried to do good to others? Another shadow came to Korbin, another person hovering over him asking about his sister. Tell me about Weaver. Tell me about her. Keep talking, tell me more.
He couldn't. Wasn't drunk enough, wasn't weak enough, not angry enough to let the words spill. Would this fire and this food be forced on him too? Would the woman sit there until the cold made them both numb, until someone came to drag him away in the night again, fingers digging into his elbow until leering eyes could peer out from another dimly lit sitting room, full of opinions and judgements on something no one could possibly understand?
Korbin couldn't take it. Couldn't stand it. He didn't speak, just growled wordlessly at her and shimmered. His form shrinking, dimming, darkening until he was a bird in the snow, one lone raven spreading its wings. Trying to escape, to fly away, off where she definitely could not follow.
He couldn't. Wasn't drunk enough, wasn't weak enough, not angry enough to let the words spill. Would this fire and this food be forced on him too? Would the woman sit there until the cold made them both numb, until someone came to drag him away in the night again, fingers digging into his elbow until leering eyes could peer out from another dimly lit sitting room, full of opinions and judgements on something no one could possibly understand?
Korbin couldn't take it. Couldn't stand it. He didn't speak, just growled wordlessly at her and shimmered. His form shrinking, dimming, darkening until he was a bird in the snow, one lone raven spreading its wings. Trying to escape, to fly away, off where she definitely could not follow.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
