KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Sleep would not come. Even if he would have relished the oblivion of it, the small chance to revel in forgetfulness, his thoughts kept churning. Twisting in upon themselves, tying a barbed knot of hopelessness and despair. Weaver's face kept coming back to him. All the things she had said and done. The way light would catch in her eyes and hair, how her smile could convey a million meanings at once. The grace and strength she used in wielding that bulky scythe of hers... He never once defeated her in a spar. With or without weapons.
He missed her. It had only been hours since he last saw her, but already the absence of her was eating at him. It only grew, the reality of it. And as the immensity of his loss crushed down on Korbin, the numbness of him turned into pain. Sharp and stabbing, unbearably potent, like daggers plunging repeatedly into his chest. The raven gasped and shuddered, trembling with shock; it poured down the bond, unintentionally. Raw, bleeding agony and a bottomless black pit of grief that opened its maw to swallow him whole.
He missed her. It had only been hours since he last saw her, but already the absence of her was eating at him. It only grew, the reality of it. And as the immensity of his loss crushed down on Korbin, the numbness of him turned into pain. Sharp and stabbing, unbearably potent, like daggers plunging repeatedly into his chest. The raven gasped and shuddered, trembling with shock; it poured down the bond, unintentionally. Raw, bleeding agony and a bottomless black pit of grief that opened its maw to swallow him whole.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
