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?
A fair enough clause; who knew if anyone would wake to see the next dawn? Even the things that seemed permanent had a way of crumbling, and Korbin felt the impermanence keenly. "Good luck," he murmured, and turned his gaze away. Slightly embarrassed at being caught oogling... not that he tried to hide it, but.. being called out even with a glance was still awkward.
As the conversation moved on, Korbin found it quite satisfying that Neron hadn't been aware of what went on. It meant Weaver had outsmarted him - Korbin would never not be proud of his sister, even when she did shady things. He missed having a glass to fiddle with; his fingers tapped a soundless beat against the tabletop as he watched the other's expression change. If Neron had any opinions about what he heard, Korbin couldn't tell - he was thinking something but was the guy impressed, annoyed, merely curious...? This was a face he could not read. Unusual.
"Like what? Something besides cutting off the connection?" It was his first instict. To sever all ties, blind all eyes, remove every possibility of the Arbiter ever setting foot in this place ever again. It was a personal vendetta that had everything to do with blood on a keen knife's edge and a brawl on a beach, but Korbin watched Neron all the same, curious despite himself.
As the conversation moved on, Korbin found it quite satisfying that Neron hadn't been aware of what went on. It meant Weaver had outsmarted him - Korbin would never not be proud of his sister, even when she did shady things. He missed having a glass to fiddle with; his fingers tapped a soundless beat against the tabletop as he watched the other's expression change. If Neron had any opinions about what he heard, Korbin couldn't tell - he was thinking something but was the guy impressed, annoyed, merely curious...? This was a face he could not read. Unusual.
"Like what? Something besides cutting off the connection?" It was his first instict. To sever all ties, blind all eyes, remove every possibility of the Arbiter ever setting foot in this place ever again. It was a personal vendetta that had everything to do with blood on a keen knife's edge and a brawl on a beach, but Korbin watched Neron all the same, curious despite himself.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
