Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
He still wasn't sure it had been an entirely good idea, to accept Loren's offer for a job. Part of him felt that it was some kind of betrayal agains the people of Halo, to work under an Outlander. Another part felt like he was giving in to Weaver's insistance that he try new things. Yet another knew it had been a result of the shock his confrontation with Sunjata brought on; some small way to make amends for his apalling behaviour the first few times he crossed paths with the man.
Then, there was the small part of him that was genuinely interested in learning to heal. Honestly, Korbin knew nothing more than how to wrap a bandage around a hand to make it stay, a necessity he'd had to learn as a kid when hunting was the only way to survive. His hands bore the scars of every time his knife had slipped, and he wouldn't mind learning how to do it better. It did contribute that he wished to make up for the death he had caused, the life he'd taken when he killed that cannibal.
So many opposing ideas, warring against one another... It made for a conflicted young man, who made his way up to the Palace early one morning. He'd never spent any real time in the magically constructed building, and had to ask his way to the infirmary. Once there, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes - had Loren ever seen him wear anything but the heavy overcoats? - and knock on the door.
If there was an answer, he would enter, and look about curiously at the room beyond.
Then, there was the small part of him that was genuinely interested in learning to heal. Honestly, Korbin knew nothing more than how to wrap a bandage around a hand to make it stay, a necessity he'd had to learn as a kid when hunting was the only way to survive. His hands bore the scars of every time his knife had slipped, and he wouldn't mind learning how to do it better. It did contribute that he wished to make up for the death he had caused, the life he'd taken when he killed that cannibal.
So many opposing ideas, warring against one another... It made for a conflicted young man, who made his way up to the Palace early one morning. He'd never spent any real time in the magically constructed building, and had to ask his way to the infirmary. Once there, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes - had Loren ever seen him wear anything but the heavy overcoats? - and knock on the door.
If there was an answer, he would enter, and look about curiously at the room beyond.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
