KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Sipping the whiskey and feeling it burn its way down the throat, Korbin nodded, satisfied with her answer. "Just wanted to make sure," he said, running a tongue over lips that had started to crack from too much time spent outside in the freezing cold. It felt weird to think that she was giving him a job - the job of jobs, even, in helping her run the whole fucking region - but though he balked internally at the scale of what she placed on his shoulders, he felt... satisfied, too. He had indeed asked for trust, for work where he was needed, and there was no doubt in his mind that he could do what needed to be done here.
This is what he knew. Take everything he had ever done for their family and scale it up; the tasks were more or less the same. Korbin was excited, and the gleam in his eyes showed it.
"Before any of that, we need to make sure everyone has enough to eat to last us through the season," he said, straightening up with a bit of effort. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but sitting down let the weariness catch up. It might have been a mistake. "All of the food for the Grounders was stored in the Palace. A good deal of the firewood too. If there's a shortage, it might be better to keep people housed together and divvy up what we gathered."
Keeping people fed and warm were always priorities, and it wouldn't be the first time the people of Halo had to cram together to make up for one shortage or another. Businesses and private homes came second, at least to his mind.
Taking another sip, he set the glass aside. "Neron and Zariah..." Those people were different matters. Korbin sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "You can't let them get off easy," he said quietly. But she knew that already. "Neron might have acted out of self-preservation, but his choices put all of Halo at risk. No one will forget that. As for Zariah... She sacrificed a child. Why doesn't even matter. That's murder, or attempted murder at the very least. There's only ever been one consequence for that." He looked up, meeting her gaze. Exile was an old punishment, and he couldn't see that there were any reasons to be lenient this time.
This is what he knew. Take everything he had ever done for their family and scale it up; the tasks were more or less the same. Korbin was excited, and the gleam in his eyes showed it.
"Before any of that, we need to make sure everyone has enough to eat to last us through the season," he said, straightening up with a bit of effort. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but sitting down let the weariness catch up. It might have been a mistake. "All of the food for the Grounders was stored in the Palace. A good deal of the firewood too. If there's a shortage, it might be better to keep people housed together and divvy up what we gathered."
Keeping people fed and warm were always priorities, and it wouldn't be the first time the people of Halo had to cram together to make up for one shortage or another. Businesses and private homes came second, at least to his mind.
Taking another sip, he set the glass aside. "Neron and Zariah..." Those people were different matters. Korbin sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "You can't let them get off easy," he said quietly. But she knew that already. "Neron might have acted out of self-preservation, but his choices put all of Halo at risk. No one will forget that. As for Zariah... She sacrificed a child. Why doesn't even matter. That's murder, or attempted murder at the very least. There's only ever been one consequence for that." He looked up, meeting her gaze. Exile was an old punishment, and he couldn't see that there were any reasons to be lenient this time.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
