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?
Nodding acceptance of that logic, Korbin had to concede that there was a point. One he even approved of, and showed at least a marginal respect for life on Neron's part. It wasn't the frantic, passionate determination Korbin might have expected, but... people were admittedly different. And if the relation with the missing boy was periferial, then perhaps the apparent calm wasn't too strange.
"Eirachi attacked after you broke the deal you had made with her by selling yourself to The Voice," he pointed out. "She hit where it would hurt you the most. You've now lost your son, your home, your title and all trust anyone in the Citadel had towards you, not to mention whatever else you gave up by becoming ascended. Any further actions against this town would only set us against her, not against you... I think you can pursue Jace without worrying about the Citadel." He might be wrong of course, and it wasn't his call to make, but Korbin was fairly sure that doing nothing to discover the fate of the boy would be worse than an honest attempt, whether it failed or not. And if the man honestly asked for help, he might be surprised at how many of his former subjects would step up to lend a hand. Ready to fight for someone who wanted to be one of them, because wasn't that what loyalty was all about?
The flash of sharp teeth sent a prickle down Korbin's spine, but his own smile widened in response, to his own surprise. He wasn't used to that expression anymore, it didn't come naturally, felt stiff and awkward... but it was there.
"Gods know I've had everything changed for me lately... How are you dealing with it? Being the most disliked person in the town?" He glanced away briefly, feeling like he was getting there quickly himself. Didn't want to go on and on about his plight, but it kept creeping back into everything he said anyway. "At least I'm down one prejudice."
He glanced about the bar. Tried to imagine himself being in charge of the place, properly. It felt alien, uncomfortable, but... not impossible. "Suppose I would. Most of all I would need new suppliers, since the plan is to cut off the ones that are in place now." Kicking Sunjata's ass around would be a great way of ensuring there wouldn't be any more booze from that direction. "Can you taste enough to tell a good batch of alcohol from a bad one?" he asked, rather intrigued by the strangeness that was an Ascended. Korbin knew some about their physiology from previous conversations, but certainly not everything.
"Eirachi attacked after you broke the deal you had made with her by selling yourself to The Voice," he pointed out. "She hit where it would hurt you the most. You've now lost your son, your home, your title and all trust anyone in the Citadel had towards you, not to mention whatever else you gave up by becoming ascended. Any further actions against this town would only set us against her, not against you... I think you can pursue Jace without worrying about the Citadel." He might be wrong of course, and it wasn't his call to make, but Korbin was fairly sure that doing nothing to discover the fate of the boy would be worse than an honest attempt, whether it failed or not. And if the man honestly asked for help, he might be surprised at how many of his former subjects would step up to lend a hand. Ready to fight for someone who wanted to be one of them, because wasn't that what loyalty was all about?
The flash of sharp teeth sent a prickle down Korbin's spine, but his own smile widened in response, to his own surprise. He wasn't used to that expression anymore, it didn't come naturally, felt stiff and awkward... but it was there.
"Gods know I've had everything changed for me lately... How are you dealing with it? Being the most disliked person in the town?" He glanced away briefly, feeling like he was getting there quickly himself. Didn't want to go on and on about his plight, but it kept creeping back into everything he said anyway. "At least I'm down one prejudice."
He glanced about the bar. Tried to imagine himself being in charge of the place, properly. It felt alien, uncomfortable, but... not impossible. "Suppose I would. Most of all I would need new suppliers, since the plan is to cut off the ones that are in place now." Kicking Sunjata's ass around would be a great way of ensuring there wouldn't be any more booze from that direction. "Can you taste enough to tell a good batch of alcohol from a bad one?" he asked, rather intrigued by the strangeness that was an Ascended. Korbin knew some about their physiology from previous conversations, but certainly not everything.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
