KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He had always turned up to help when it was requested in the past. And perhaps that was one way to explore who he was now. Who he was to become now that there was no back to reach for, no tracks to step in... now that he had to pick his own path. Maybe, by returning to where he used to be, Korbin could figure out if it was really where he still wanted to stay.
Besides, he had some goodwill to earn back. It was a subdued Korbin who showed up to the gate to lend his hands to whatever task was required, and he said little, only nodding a greeting to Morgan and whoever else turned up. For the first time in a long while he was completely sober, cleaned up and properly dressed for the weather.
It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Besides, he had some goodwill to earn back. It was a subdued Korbin who showed up to the gate to lend his hands to whatever task was required, and he said little, only nodding a greeting to Morgan and whoever else turned up. For the first time in a long while he was completely sober, cleaned up and properly dressed for the weather.
It wasn't much, but it was a start.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
