the hailstorm
Leaving Korbin to clean himself up, Neron stepped back and sank down onto the bed, elbows on his knees as he heard the young man out. Perhaps what he said should have stung, or should have caused him to feel outrage or anger, but... maybe he was just too cold, these days. ”We are a plague of the Voice,” he agreed with a roll of his shoulders. ”We didn’t ask to be brought here, and we are just trying out best to make a life now.”
That didn’t necessarily make them worthy of scorn, but he could certainly understand Korbin’s upset. The only thing that furrowed his brow was the remark about Chulane; he held the vet in high regard, and it would be a shame to see him quit. ”Sounds as though you need an Outlander to change your mind a bit,” he said. ”I’d still work for you if you’d have me. Do you plan to be drunk while you run the show?”
That didn’t necessarily make them worthy of scorn, but he could certainly understand Korbin’s upset. The only thing that furrowed his brow was the remark about Chulane; he held the vet in high regard, and it would be a shame to see him quit. ”Sounds as though you need an Outlander to change your mind a bit,” he said. ”I’d still work for you if you’d have me. Do you plan to be drunk while you run the show?”
