KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He mulled over her words as he worked, the way he usually did. Took his time to consider, feel, turn everything inside out until he knew what he was really feeling about it. After a while, he sighed heavily.
"They really aren't, are they..." he muttered. "I wish we could just throw them out and destroy the portal and make everything go back to the way it was... But that's a childish notion, isn't it."
Finishing up with the hare, he plunged the knife into the snow until it was cleaned of blood and gore, and sheathed it again. Using his foot, he kicked up a pit in the snow and buried the offal, then cleaned off his boot. Slinging the hare over a shoulder, he stood, ready to head back home.
"Alright... If we can't get rid of them, how do we make those who are serious about staying here a part of Halo?" he asked, leveling a serious gaze at Weaver. "Adopt them? Make them run gauntlets? I don't think the way things are now works... there's too large a gap between us and them at the moment. How can they know Halo when they haven't lived through what we have? Is caring really enough without knowing?"
They kept coming, kept saying they wanted what was best for Halo and yet...
And yet.
"They really aren't, are they..." he muttered. "I wish we could just throw them out and destroy the portal and make everything go back to the way it was... But that's a childish notion, isn't it."
Finishing up with the hare, he plunged the knife into the snow until it was cleaned of blood and gore, and sheathed it again. Using his foot, he kicked up a pit in the snow and buried the offal, then cleaned off his boot. Slinging the hare over a shoulder, he stood, ready to head back home.
"Alright... If we can't get rid of them, how do we make those who are serious about staying here a part of Halo?" he asked, leveling a serious gaze at Weaver. "Adopt them? Make them run gauntlets? I don't think the way things are now works... there's too large a gap between us and them at the moment. How can they know Halo when they haven't lived through what we have? Is caring really enough without knowing?"
They kept coming, kept saying they wanted what was best for Halo and yet...
And yet.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
