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?
Was that a smile ghosting across Korbin's lips? Something tugged on them, the pale memory of a humor he thought as dead as the rest of the things he once enjoyed... but maybe it was just buried under all the ashes.
"It might be a refreshing change, if nothing else," he replied, and turned dark blue eyes on the former Warden. Allowed himself the chance to actually look the guy over. Even knowing this was Loren's twin, he was taken aback by how similar they were. Not identical but... there were little things. Lines around the eyes, about the mouth, how certain words were formed. It threw him off, made him both more and less comfortable. It somehow felt like a trick...
Korbin pulled his gaze away and grimaced. He should have anticipated curiosity on the sentiment, but was no more thrilled to talk about the Flood for it. "Aside from how he put a dagger to my throat the first time we met? I could name several reasons why I don't like him. But the main one... I don't enjoy the idea of the Torchline' Arbiter having eyes and ears in Halo." Korbin's jaw tightened, and he turned more directly towards Neron. Head cocked, eyes narrowing in speculation.
"Were you aware of it? That Weaver traded information on Halo to Sunjata, in exchange for the goods she sold here? It was the reason why the man offered her the chance in the first place. He used her desire to leave the Tundra, gave her what she wanted, and then fucked off to Torchline to reap the rewards."
"It might be a refreshing change, if nothing else," he replied, and turned dark blue eyes on the former Warden. Allowed himself the chance to actually look the guy over. Even knowing this was Loren's twin, he was taken aback by how similar they were. Not identical but... there were little things. Lines around the eyes, about the mouth, how certain words were formed. It threw him off, made him both more and less comfortable. It somehow felt like a trick...
Korbin pulled his gaze away and grimaced. He should have anticipated curiosity on the sentiment, but was no more thrilled to talk about the Flood for it. "Aside from how he put a dagger to my throat the first time we met? I could name several reasons why I don't like him. But the main one... I don't enjoy the idea of the Torchline' Arbiter having eyes and ears in Halo." Korbin's jaw tightened, and he turned more directly towards Neron. Head cocked, eyes narrowing in speculation.
"Were you aware of it? That Weaver traded information on Halo to Sunjata, in exchange for the goods she sold here? It was the reason why the man offered her the chance in the first place. He used her desire to leave the Tundra, gave her what she wanted, and then fucked off to Torchline to reap the rewards."
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
