He chuckled at the boy's comments, glad he could draw out some of that old Korbin criticism - it felt like old times, when he was helping out with the healer's college, and Korbin was fussing over his clumsiness (and general distractedness due to a certain other attendee). "I'm well aware. But with my plans for the ningo farm, there's going to be a lot of ningo shit, and well, soil is in fact made up in large parts of shit. All things going the way I hope, we'll be manufacturing our own soil. I have no doubt I'll need magical help as well, but hey, a boy can dream."
He hoped he made sense, hoped he could convince Korbin that his idea was a sound one, if needing more refinement - and who better than a Natural-born Halovian to give it?
He found himself caring far too much what Korbin thought.
A small frown tugged his brows back down as Korbin kept talking, his expression thoughtful, serious, now that the boy spoke of a more sober topic. "Is there something wrong with Torchline that being an official of the place is viewed negatively?" Or was it that it was this man who held a position of power, this particular person who seemed to irk Korbin. "Hmm," he simply hummed, leaning back in his chair to give the words some more thought. He hadn't shared that information with anyone - hadn't shared much of that night with anyone but Korbin, even only telling Kia that he had done what he could to help the boy and that it was now up to Korbin to do the rest.
It wasn't his story to tell, and so he would keep it secret, unless told otherwise.
"Weaver didn't seem like one to let herself be used so easily." He softly commented, idly wondering if she was being used at all - surely she was a willing participant, and surely she protected the people of Halo with the information she allowed to pass to this business partner. Or perhaps Chuy was clutching at a rose-hued memories of Weaver.
"Perhaps you could look at renegotiating, before severing ties completely." He shrugged, ever the pacifist.
He hoped he made sense, hoped he could convince Korbin that his idea was a sound one, if needing more refinement - and who better than a Natural-born Halovian to give it?
He found himself caring far too much what Korbin thought.
A small frown tugged his brows back down as Korbin kept talking, his expression thoughtful, serious, now that the boy spoke of a more sober topic. "Is there something wrong with Torchline that being an official of the place is viewed negatively?" Or was it that it was this man who held a position of power, this particular person who seemed to irk Korbin. "Hmm," he simply hummed, leaning back in his chair to give the words some more thought. He hadn't shared that information with anyone - hadn't shared much of that night with anyone but Korbin, even only telling Kia that he had done what he could to help the boy and that it was now up to Korbin to do the rest.
It wasn't his story to tell, and so he would keep it secret, unless told otherwise.
"Weaver didn't seem like one to let herself be used so easily." He softly commented, idly wondering if she was being used at all - surely she was a willing participant, and surely she protected the people of Halo with the information she allowed to pass to this business partner. Or perhaps Chuy was clutching at a rose-hued memories of Weaver.
"Perhaps you could look at renegotiating, before severing ties completely." He shrugged, ever the pacifist.
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
