KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Throwing a sidelong glance at the man, Korbin shrugged. A non-answer and a complete lack of care... yeah, this wasn't changing his mind in any way. "I have no intention of going to Torchline, so my prejudice won't hurt them," he retorted with a half smile, that was devoid of humor. "Now if only others could extend the same courtesy to us..."
It didn't take him long to have the food prepped and put on the stove to cook. Once all that remained was to wait, he cleaned off the work space, hands kept constantly busy; if nothing else, it helped him release some of the frustration.
"But sure, I admit I don't think much of people who don't work. Or any place that doesn't keep its people on their toes. Halo is harsh, and unforgiving. But that just means that we who survive are strong." Straightening, the young man crossed his arms over the chest and turned towards Sunjata. There was a proud cast to his bearing, a stubborn resilience about him that was the same as in every other Halovian. Casual competence, steady confidence in the individual ability to do what had to be done.
It didn't take him long to have the food prepped and put on the stove to cook. Once all that remained was to wait, he cleaned off the work space, hands kept constantly busy; if nothing else, it helped him release some of the frustration.
"But sure, I admit I don't think much of people who don't work. Or any place that doesn't keep its people on their toes. Halo is harsh, and unforgiving. But that just means that we who survive are strong." Straightening, the young man crossed his arms over the chest and turned towards Sunjata. There was a proud cast to his bearing, a stubborn resilience about him that was the same as in every other Halovian. Casual competence, steady confidence in the individual ability to do what had to be done.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
