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?
Why had he stopped? It was a string of unfortunate circumstances, really. Being cursed with deafness, having the lute repaired, the Citadel being attacked, being swamped with work, his sister dying and then that night when his house burned down with everything inside it. The drunken haze after that, which still had not lifted - not really - and now his hands shook too much and the mere idea of trying almost sent him into a panic.
But he didn't tell her any of that. Just held up his quivering hand as if that was answer enough, and maybe it was. Maybe it could be.
Korbin reached for a glass and poured himself a shot. Whiskey, not the best but at least it was liquid. Taking a sip, he relaxed ever so slightly when the taste flooded his senses, soothed by the familiar burn.
At the question, he shrugged. "No idea. Haven't decided yet. Maybe, unless the Warden says people should hole up elsewhere. I know supplies are running low, might be more efficient to heat up only one building."
The Academy would be a better choice than the Kraai. Bigger, studier, and it had withstood Eirachi's attack.
"Why, don't want to stay home?" he asked, eying her with a shrewd look as his fingers toyed with the glass.
But he didn't tell her any of that. Just held up his quivering hand as if that was answer enough, and maybe it was. Maybe it could be.
Korbin reached for a glass and poured himself a shot. Whiskey, not the best but at least it was liquid. Taking a sip, he relaxed ever so slightly when the taste flooded his senses, soothed by the familiar burn.
At the question, he shrugged. "No idea. Haven't decided yet. Maybe, unless the Warden says people should hole up elsewhere. I know supplies are running low, might be more efficient to heat up only one building."
The Academy would be a better choice than the Kraai. Bigger, studier, and it had withstood Eirachi's attack.
"Why, don't want to stay home?" he asked, eying her with a shrewd look as his fingers toyed with the glass.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
