KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The discomfort grew more noticeable at Amun's quip, but Korbin didn't rise to it. Not sure he cared to challenge the notion, or find out if he was indeed wrong. The whole trail of thought had derailed already, and there was no humor to be salvaged from it, he felt.
"Time. Shared experiences over time, with trust and loyalty proven beyond a doubt," he replied shortly. A stark, towering ideal of his that few managed to live up to. Korbin didn't have many friends... but then, he didn't need many either.
He wasn't sure he agreed with the assessment of their compatibility. "Half this conversation was spent arguing about race," he pointed out. "If this is your idea of getting along, well..." He shook his head in disbelief.
"Time. Shared experiences over time, with trust and loyalty proven beyond a doubt," he replied shortly. A stark, towering ideal of his that few managed to live up to. Korbin didn't have many friends... but then, he didn't need many either.
He wasn't sure he agreed with the assessment of their compatibility. "Half this conversation was spent arguing about race," he pointed out. "If this is your idea of getting along, well..." He shook his head in disbelief.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
