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?
Possibly he was even more surprised at the acquiesence than Korbin was at his own approach. Numbly, awkwardly, he pulled out a chair and sat down, not quite sure what to do with all the arms and legs he owned in abundance. In the end, he couldn't be bothered to maintain pretense; the hollows under his eyes said enough about how he was doing, and as he slumped back like one exhausted by life in general, Neron was kind enough to take the hint.
"Appreciated," he sighed, as he dragged a hand over the face, and deposited his bundle in the chair beside him. "The softer and more understanding they get, the more I want to scream."
He flinched at the question, and looked around. It had not dawned on him, but.. "I suppose it is, yes," he nodded. The last thing he had after his sister, since his attempt to join her with all the rest of the stuff had failed. "Possibly the co-founder might try to stake a claim, but... I'd sooner swallow poison than do business with Sunjata Senzaok."
It was possibly the most passionate thing Korbin had said in weeks, and by far the most normal piece of conversation. What was going on?
"Appreciated," he sighed, as he dragged a hand over the face, and deposited his bundle in the chair beside him. "The softer and more understanding they get, the more I want to scream."
He flinched at the question, and looked around. It had not dawned on him, but.. "I suppose it is, yes," he nodded. The last thing he had after his sister, since his attempt to join her with all the rest of the stuff had failed. "Possibly the co-founder might try to stake a claim, but... I'd sooner swallow poison than do business with Sunjata Senzaok."
It was possibly the most passionate thing Korbin had said in weeks, and by far the most normal piece of conversation. What was going on?
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
