Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Again with the apologies. They came easily to the Healer, it seemed, and Korbin couldn't tell if they were merely words or sincerely meant. How many times was it now? Sorry for that derailed training, sorry for the awful incident with the cannibal. Sorry for the bad end to the day when they'd been hunting, and now this. Korbin put his faith in actions, not words, and all he could see so far was that Loren was unstable. Chaotic. Quick to be caught up in trouble and just as quick to throw words around like it actually would excuse him from the consequences. No doubt there were plenty of good intentions, but did that really mean anything?
"What were you hoping for, when you offered me this job?" Korbin asked, quite intentionally ignoring the question, the alternatives offered. "While you're at it with the disclosures."
Not for the first time, he had a feeling that they were talking past each other. Striving for different things, working towards different goals. And that was well and good, but if they were to work together... at least they ought to know where they stood.
"What were you hoping for, when you offered me this job?" Korbin asked, quite intentionally ignoring the question, the alternatives offered. "While you're at it with the disclosures."
Not for the first time, he had a feeling that they were talking past each other. Striving for different things, working towards different goals. And that was well and good, but if they were to work together... at least they ought to know where they stood.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
