til I wake your ghost

KORBIN

But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?

Dark eyebrows shot up in unveiled surprise at the cold violence implicit in Neron's little scenario. Korbin balked at the thought of coming up against Arbiter in so direct a confrontation, his shot confidence already bringing up all the ways in which he had proven inferior in past clashes. But... the more he thought about it, the more alluring it became. Having someone to take out all his frustrations on, whether he was guilty of causing them or not... Sunjata was definitely guilty of this little scheme, and it was all the excuse Korbin needed.

But as for the instigator... what was in it for Neron?

"A tempting proposal," he mumbled, idly watching the empty glass being moved between Neron's hands. His own fingers had grown very still, unmoving on the sticky table surface. "It almost sounds like you are taking this personally..?"

He didn't quite understand it. Had this guy been close to Weaver? Did the bar mean anything to him? Gods knew Korbin had never wanted to run it, and still wasn't thrilled about the idea of being cooped up behind the counter with people talking at him all day. He might keep it if only to make sure Sunjata wouldn't get it though... Spite could be a powerful motivator.

Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around