A curious quirk of his eyebrow occurred when the boy entered the room, and tended to the flames in the hearth. He sat quietly, letting him work, pleased more than anything else that he was around to do any work at all.
He had agreed to live, and he was living - that was all Chulane had asked of him, with the hope that he would find further purpose for his life to go on.
Guilt and relief at the whole issue that was their last meeting still warred within him. He hated that he had needed to be so cruel, so gruelling to the boy, but he was relieved it had worked.
He kept trying to justify it, to console himself that he had done a shitty thing for the right reasons, and had achieved an excellent result for his perseverance. But he still felt like shit.
All the more so when Korbin turned, saw him, and flinched.
He raised his hand slightly in a small wave to the boy. "Heya Korbs," he said softly, nodding to support the greeting. "How ya doing?" His tone was light, friendly, a return to the voice that would normally send the boy running, or scowling, or otherwise avoiding him.
He had agreed to live, and he was living - that was all Chulane had asked of him, with the hope that he would find further purpose for his life to go on.
Guilt and relief at the whole issue that was their last meeting still warred within him. He hated that he had needed to be so cruel, so gruelling to the boy, but he was relieved it had worked.
He kept trying to justify it, to console himself that he had done a shitty thing for the right reasons, and had achieved an excellent result for his perseverance. But he still felt like shit.
All the more so when Korbin turned, saw him, and flinched.
He raised his hand slightly in a small wave to the boy. "Heya Korbs," he said softly, nodding to support the greeting. "How ya doing?" His tone was light, friendly, a return to the voice that would normally send the boy running, or scowling, or otherwise avoiding him.
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
