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?
Korbin probably hated the Hollowed Ground. No, correction; he probably hated any place that was not Halo. Not because there was anything inherently wrong with the places beyond the Fangs, but rather because he did not belong. It did not show in the way he walked. He wound his way along the paths of the ruined parts of the city like he had never been anywhere else, as if he knew exactly where he was going. Truth was, he had no actual goal. Could you be lost if you did not know where you were headed?
All he had was a place to return to, but he could not. Not yet.
Hands tucked deep into the pockets of the black leather coat, his gaze passed over the woman both once and twice as she appeared on the street ahead of him. Then recognition flared like a beacon, and the raven slowed his gait, came to a halt some distance away. Hesitated, not sure what he wanted.
To resume a friendship only barely begun? Or let it fade, let it go, pass her by like the stranger he was. She had prayed for him, once. He owed her a story.
But none really came to mind.
All he had was a place to return to, but he could not. Not yet.
Hands tucked deep into the pockets of the black leather coat, his gaze passed over the woman both once and twice as she appeared on the street ahead of him. Then recognition flared like a beacon, and the raven slowed his gait, came to a halt some distance away. Hesitated, not sure what he wanted.
To resume a friendship only barely begun? Or let it fade, let it go, pass her by like the stranger he was. She had prayed for him, once. He owed her a story.
But none really came to mind.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
