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?
It was far more of a headway than Korbin had ever expected to make. He was quite stunned to be taken seriously at all, and just nodded mutely, eying Neron with a look of mingled pleasure and disbelief. And it lingered as the man went on to talk about his qualities as an employee, like this was a job interview like any other.
This was bizarre. Why was Neron asking him of all people for hire? Why the bar, why this bar? He should be flattered, probably, to be considered adult enough for the job. No one had tried to shunt him off and take over until he was 'grown'. It was gratifying. Daunting. Terrifying.
"You're actually serious?" he couldn't help but ask, completely unable to hide his bewilderment. "You want to work here? You could go anywhere, do anything." This was the fucking Hailstorm, what had happened to the world when the bloody Warden asked a kid not even out of his teens for a job? Rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, Korbin looked between Neron and the bar. He hadn't even decided if he would keep the place, if he would do the work, and yet... it didn't feel impossible.
"Would you really be alright with taking orders from me?" Perhaps that was what felt most strange. Being in charge of something under Weaver had been one thing; he was just an extension of her, following instructions. This time he would be the one in charge.
Man, he felt like such a kid. It was infuriating.
This was bizarre. Why was Neron asking him of all people for hire? Why the bar, why this bar? He should be flattered, probably, to be considered adult enough for the job. No one had tried to shunt him off and take over until he was 'grown'. It was gratifying. Daunting. Terrifying.
"You're actually serious?" he couldn't help but ask, completely unable to hide his bewilderment. "You want to work here? You could go anywhere, do anything." This was the fucking Hailstorm, what had happened to the world when the bloody Warden asked a kid not even out of his teens for a job? Rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, Korbin looked between Neron and the bar. He hadn't even decided if he would keep the place, if he would do the work, and yet... it didn't feel impossible.
"Would you really be alright with taking orders from me?" Perhaps that was what felt most strange. Being in charge of something under Weaver had been one thing; he was just an extension of her, following instructions. This time he would be the one in charge.
Man, he felt like such a kid. It was infuriating.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
