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?
He blinked. That was... a different take on what he'd already heard. Possibly he might argue that duty was an empty idea. Like the life debt Loren had tried to cash in on, just to keep him alife. If you didn't care about being alive, the concept of pride, honor and other things that were intrinsically tied to life - and the regard of self and others - suddenly became quite pointless. But somehow, somewhere, Korbin supposed he did care. Enough to be bothered by the idea of Weaver being forgotten. And if keeping her memory alive was enough of a reason to keep living, then perhaps shouldering the burden of that duty wasn't more than he could bear.
All excuses, of course. He had been alive for a long time without reason or purpose. Still breathing, still existing. Though one might argue that having meaning was the difference between merely being alive and living.
He was perhaps a bit surprised by how easily Neron accepted his criticism. The counters about Jace were reasonable enough to set his teeth on edge, and a bit too dispassionate to sit well with him. Wasn't admitting a relation to the boy the same as accepting responsibility as a father? Whether he remembered doing the deed or not? "Aren't you even going to try? Once the seasons change?" he asked, even as he realized that it was dangerous territory for him to enter. Treacherously close to hypocrisy. But at least no lives depended on whether Weaver's bar was kept in the family or not.
Aiding in the repairs was a given thing, to which Korbin only nodded. The idea of an expedition south, though... He had never been the adventurous type, but curiosity was ever a curse in humans, and he had always wondered what lay beyond the mountains to the south. Not enough to go look, but...
He smiled. A tight, wry twist of the lips. "You know, I used to hate you. On principle, mostly, but still. And Loren seemed convinced that we would not get along," he mused, tapping the side of the glass with a thoughtful finger. "Now I don't know why he would think that. Of the two of you, he's the one having more problems with frank opinions." And sarcasm. And constant snark.
But so far, he was having no problems communicating with the Hailstorm. Which was... a novelty.
"Once all those problems are fixed, do you have any ideas on what to do with yourself?" he asked. Because if he had to answer that, so did everyone else.
All excuses, of course. He had been alive for a long time without reason or purpose. Still breathing, still existing. Though one might argue that having meaning was the difference between merely being alive and living.
He was perhaps a bit surprised by how easily Neron accepted his criticism. The counters about Jace were reasonable enough to set his teeth on edge, and a bit too dispassionate to sit well with him. Wasn't admitting a relation to the boy the same as accepting responsibility as a father? Whether he remembered doing the deed or not? "Aren't you even going to try? Once the seasons change?" he asked, even as he realized that it was dangerous territory for him to enter. Treacherously close to hypocrisy. But at least no lives depended on whether Weaver's bar was kept in the family or not.
Aiding in the repairs was a given thing, to which Korbin only nodded. The idea of an expedition south, though... He had never been the adventurous type, but curiosity was ever a curse in humans, and he had always wondered what lay beyond the mountains to the south. Not enough to go look, but...
He smiled. A tight, wry twist of the lips. "You know, I used to hate you. On principle, mostly, but still. And Loren seemed convinced that we would not get along," he mused, tapping the side of the glass with a thoughtful finger. "Now I don't know why he would think that. Of the two of you, he's the one having more problems with frank opinions." And sarcasm. And constant snark.
But so far, he was having no problems communicating with the Hailstorm. Which was... a novelty.
"Once all those problems are fixed, do you have any ideas on what to do with yourself?" he asked. Because if he had to answer that, so did everyone else.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
