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?
"Loren did that to me, once." Again, he was talking before he had decided if he even wanted to. The words came pouring, and he hated them for it. Hated himself. Hated her, for showing up. For always appearing even though he had not invited her. "I had just set fire to my house. To myself. But he put out the fire and dragged me out, and then he healed me. Without asking. Healed everything, my head too.
"And even though my sister was dead and my house was gone and even though I wasn't fine, he made me feel as if everything was okay. As if nothing was wrong. A little sad and lonely, but... like losing everything was nothing."
His lips curled into a snarl, feral and disgusted. Unsure if he hated Loren for doing that to him, or himself for being so easily affected. Obviously the feeling had not lasted, and the effect did not linger, because grief and loss could not be cured. But he had to wonder if it had messed him up. If things would be different if he had allowed it to continue. Would he have become addicted to the magic? A different kind of fix? Guess it wasn't too late for that.
"I've no problem with the memories. They're all I want. Got a fix for not caring about anything except what's in the past?"
Korbin knew he sounded bitter, but there was no help for that. It was the truth. Plain and simple, brutal. Honesty could be a weapon too.
"And even though my sister was dead and my house was gone and even though I wasn't fine, he made me feel as if everything was okay. As if nothing was wrong. A little sad and lonely, but... like losing everything was nothing."
His lips curled into a snarl, feral and disgusted. Unsure if he hated Loren for doing that to him, or himself for being so easily affected. Obviously the feeling had not lasted, and the effect did not linger, because grief and loss could not be cured. But he had to wonder if it had messed him up. If things would be different if he had allowed it to continue. Would he have become addicted to the magic? A different kind of fix? Guess it wasn't too late for that.
"I've no problem with the memories. They're all I want. Got a fix for not caring about anything except what's in the past?"
Korbin knew he sounded bitter, but there was no help for that. It was the truth. Plain and simple, brutal. Honesty could be a weapon too.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
