(Cared)

Korri POV

I don't think anyone has ever really CARED about me.

Even when I was little.

Even before I was known as THE MURDERER

I suddenly feel cold.

"I..."

"Yeah."

"Okay." I finally say. "Yeah, uh, so... um..."

"Here, just take the food, and I'll go search for Lola again."

He pushes the plate toward me, and I accept the offer.

"But she won't come back," I mumble. "You know she won't. You even said she won't."

"Not until she's figured out what she's doing."

"I feel like you're talking from experience."

He looks at me. "I am." he sighs. "I've ran away before too. I was mad at my sister right then, and I needed a second to realize what I'm doing, and what I need to do. And I came back."

He stands. "But I will search for her."

"No, wait, stay." I mutter. "I-I'm sorry I'm all crazy and flustered.

"You're okay," he whispers, and sits down next to me again. "May I ask you something?"

I nod.

"I know you're flustered, but what is the purpose of sobbing day and night when... it won't really lead to anything? Just because she left? I mean... I know about that kinda thing, I guess, but... Like I understand being sad, but..."

I suck up my pride and mumble, "Because I wanted her to hear me and come back."

"Oh."

And he stays quiet.