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?
That simple act of compassion as she stepped back and gave him the space, the choice, to address his pain or set it aside, was worth more than she probably knew. Korbin could tell that she was curious but refrained from asking, and it raised her a good few notches in terms of respect in his eyes. Not many knew how to leave well enough alone.
Korbin chose to save the topic of Weaver for another time. There was too much to say, and he was too raw, not distant enough yet from his own pain. Whatever songs he had to sing to keep her memory alive would have to wait until his voice stopped cracking.
"Mmh, it's a bit complicated, but... The Gods sometimes grant gifts to some people; they are Accepted, and may choose to follow the Old Gods and become Attuned - shape shifters. Or Ascended - long lived but unfeeling, surviving on blood and sustenance from their New God. Or they remain Accepted and can call on any gods for aid. Magic users are seen with distrust by the gods; they're called Abandoned. But we're all still human, supposedly."
It was difficult to say if it was really true about the Ascended, but... the few Korbin had interacted with were living enough. Just prone to unnatural stillness at times, that creeped him out a bit.
"Korbin. Korbin Hale," he replied, offering up his own name. There was some hesitation before supplying the family name - it seemed superfluous now that he was the only Hale left - but perhaps that made it only more important to keep it alive.
Korbin chose to save the topic of Weaver for another time. There was too much to say, and he was too raw, not distant enough yet from his own pain. Whatever songs he had to sing to keep her memory alive would have to wait until his voice stopped cracking.
"Mmh, it's a bit complicated, but... The Gods sometimes grant gifts to some people; they are Accepted, and may choose to follow the Old Gods and become Attuned - shape shifters. Or Ascended - long lived but unfeeling, surviving on blood and sustenance from their New God. Or they remain Accepted and can call on any gods for aid. Magic users are seen with distrust by the gods; they're called Abandoned. But we're all still human, supposedly."
It was difficult to say if it was really true about the Ascended, but... the few Korbin had interacted with were living enough. Just prone to unnatural stillness at times, that creeped him out a bit.
"Korbin. Korbin Hale," he replied, offering up his own name. There was some hesitation before supplying the family name - it seemed superfluous now that he was the only Hale left - but perhaps that made it only more important to keep it alive.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
