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?
She did not rise to his half-hearted provocation, and Korbin quickly found that he did not have the mental fortitude for sparring with words. Just having another human sitting across the table before him was strainibg his resources, and he did not respond to any of the defenses save with a single shrug. As long as she was clear on the part where nothing came free... it was not so much a threat as a piece of advice. Rudely offered, sure, but no less true. And his would not be the only poor attitude to another mouth to feed when the Citadel was in ruin and every resource already had to be turned twice to cover the inhabitants and the Grounders. A new outsider to be wary of... not to mention that she had been able to march straight into the town without being stopped by guards or told where she was.
Morgan had a lot of work to do.
"Why would it be rude to lack interest in someone I don't know or care about? I'd be more offended by false courtesy and empty flattery." But few people seemed to appreciate his outlook on that, and Korbin had stopped trying to convince them that brutal honesty was better than comfortable lies.
The one who had actually understood that part of him was gone now too.
Regarding the woman while she are, Korbin waited for more questions. He asked nothing about her, and did not care about names. Ultimately her presence was a mere distraction, and once she had moved on to friendlier faces, he would be more than happy to forget her.
Morgan had a lot of work to do.
"Why would it be rude to lack interest in someone I don't know or care about? I'd be more offended by false courtesy and empty flattery." But few people seemed to appreciate his outlook on that, and Korbin had stopped trying to convince them that brutal honesty was better than comfortable lies.
The one who had actually understood that part of him was gone now too.
Regarding the woman while she are, Korbin waited for more questions. He asked nothing about her, and did not care about names. Ultimately her presence was a mere distraction, and once she had moved on to friendlier faces, he would be more than happy to forget her.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
