Hard talks and harder choices

Just give me a reason
just a little bit's enough

Perhaps it was all a foolish venture, an idea that would never gain traction, a hope too big for Halo to sustain.

Chulane wished it wasn't so, but he was not so convinced now.

He was ready to walk away from it all. From Halo, from his dream of establishing a farm, from the position granted to him by the Warden.

He had only wanted to serve. To see Halo thrive. To help. He was willing to put the work in, to prove that it could be done, to show that just because he was from another world didn't mean he was untrustworthy, or undeserving of the trust placed in him.

But the boy, the raven, Korbin, had made it clear that there was no proving anything. Not with him. And with the sentiments the boy had expressed, Chuy didn't feel comfortable here anymore. Barely felt safe. Thought that perhaps when Korbin had decked him on the ice that night, some small part of him had wished Chuy never did rise again.

It was enough to send chills down his spine at the thought. So he'd told Kia, he'd expressed to her his concerns, his worries, his fears. He'd told her enough about Korbin that she might understand how damn complicated it all was - how even now, Chulane's hope to continue on here was barely in existence anymore.

For Korbin did not reject just his plans. He rejected everything Chulane stood for. He could not, would not see that the farmer wanted only the best for the region. It was wilful ignorance at its finest, but Chulane himself was not strong enough to stand against it.

"Warden Aristomache?" He said, softly but clearly, from outside her door, also giving a gentle knock. "It's Chulane. I'd like a word, if you have a moment." He steeled himself for the conversation ahead, having never faced something quite like this predicament before.

I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

CHULANE