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?
Looking around the room, Korbin had to agree. The colors, the fireplace, the tacky luxere antlers and tusks on the walls... it screamed of Weaver. Cozy, dusky, full of shadowy corners for conversations private and otherwise. The rooms upstairs were decorated along similar lines, as fit for a long stay as for a casual night of fun... All a testament to her easy going, generous appetite for life.
"It's very unfair," he said softly, "that she is the one who had to leave. This was her place. Her dream... one of them. She should be the one to remain. Not me, who never had any. It seemed such a cruel irony, that the one who never cared for life was the one left to live it. Maybe Weaver would like it if he ran her place, but Korbin knew she would have preferred to do it herself.
If Neron took offense to his words, it did not show. Not in a way Korbin could see. Unless it was in that stiff nod. He hummed thoughtfully, not sure what he thought about it.
"Well, there's a child missing, for starters," Korbin pointed out, with narrowed eyes fixed on the former Warden. "Your child. Did Eirachi ever say why she wanted him? Are you sure the boy is dead? There's the matter of repairing the homes and businesses of the Citadel too. Indirect though it might be, your name is on every broken shingle and damaged good."
Leaning back in his chair, Korbin caved to the craving and waved down a waitor for a drink. "Not sure if you consider it a problem, but... ever since the portal opened there's been no messages from the south. At least none that I've heard of? I don't know what The Voice wants with Halo, but she has a theoretical chokehold on this region. If anyone does anything to that portal we will be completely isolated. More than we ever were in the past."
He raised a brow at Neron, and reached for his drink once it arrived. If any of it came out as accusations it was unintentional, Korbin merely aired his thoughts. Some had been on his mind for a long time.
"It's very unfair," he said softly, "that she is the one who had to leave. This was her place. Her dream... one of them. She should be the one to remain. Not me, who never had any. It seemed such a cruel irony, that the one who never cared for life was the one left to live it. Maybe Weaver would like it if he ran her place, but Korbin knew she would have preferred to do it herself.
If Neron took offense to his words, it did not show. Not in a way Korbin could see. Unless it was in that stiff nod. He hummed thoughtfully, not sure what he thought about it.
"Well, there's a child missing, for starters," Korbin pointed out, with narrowed eyes fixed on the former Warden. "Your child. Did Eirachi ever say why she wanted him? Are you sure the boy is dead? There's the matter of repairing the homes and businesses of the Citadel too. Indirect though it might be, your name is on every broken shingle and damaged good."
Leaning back in his chair, Korbin caved to the craving and waved down a waitor for a drink. "Not sure if you consider it a problem, but... ever since the portal opened there's been no messages from the south. At least none that I've heard of? I don't know what The Voice wants with Halo, but she has a theoretical chokehold on this region. If anyone does anything to that portal we will be completely isolated. More than we ever were in the past."
He raised a brow at Neron, and reached for his drink once it arrived. If any of it came out as accusations it was unintentional, Korbin merely aired his thoughts. Some had been on his mind for a long time.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
