KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Korbin hummed in quiet agreement. His own mood was definitely not improved by the walls, and with nowhere to really hide there had been too many clashes with others who normally might have simply shrugged him off. "I think it's gotten worse since the portal opened," he mused. "Deepfrost was always rough for the hunters used to challenging the Tundra, but now it's more than that. With the option of fucking off in Torchline for a season suddenly available, I think some are starting to question why they should stay in Halo at all. It's not as if this place is hospitable even at its best." Knowing they could have been somewhere else, and not being able to go there... It had been easier to accept their home for what it was when there was no other choice.
"Hmm. Doesn't it get... dull? Not eating, not sleeping, not feeling... What will you do when you run out of books? Got some other hobby lined up?" Was a barcounter really enough to keep life interesting? The ascending thing really did seem to have more drawbacks than perks.
Hearing the response to his question made Korbin prop himself up on an elbow so he could see Neron properly. After a moment he began to laugh, a quiet chuckle that was both painful and cathartic at the same time. "Is that a trick you can teach? I thought I didn't give a damn, but in reality I just can't seem to stop. Whenever someone talks like they know everything I feel my bloodpreassure rise. Even worse if I hear it from myself." Grimacing he slumped back down on the mattress. "Is there anyone who's opinion you do care about?"
"Hmm. Doesn't it get... dull? Not eating, not sleeping, not feeling... What will you do when you run out of books? Got some other hobby lined up?" Was a barcounter really enough to keep life interesting? The ascending thing really did seem to have more drawbacks than perks.
Hearing the response to his question made Korbin prop himself up on an elbow so he could see Neron properly. After a moment he began to laugh, a quiet chuckle that was both painful and cathartic at the same time. "Is that a trick you can teach? I thought I didn't give a damn, but in reality I just can't seem to stop. Whenever someone talks like they know everything I feel my bloodpreassure rise. Even worse if I hear it from myself." Grimacing he slumped back down on the mattress. "Is there anyone who's opinion you do care about?"
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
