KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
"Loren talked about ideas for greenhouses, at one point," Korbin commented, and propped his chin on an upraised palm. "Problem is heat and light, and materials to build it. And who's going to work it. Seems like a logistical nightmare, but... the thought isn't half bad." He didn't like it of course, but Korbin never had much appreciation for new things.
A fatal flaw in a world that constantly changed.
His frown deepened when his reasoning didn't gain much of a response. He was especially concerned with Chuy's indifference towards the official title of the Outlander.
"So you don't see a problem with an official member of another government receiving inside information on Halo's internal affairs?" he asked. "I didn't like it even when the man wasn't Arbiter, but now there's even less of a reason to maintain those ties. Why does he want the information? What is he doing with it?"
Korbin's jaws tightened, life and heat returning to listless eyes as the topic got him more and more worked up. "Weaver claimed the same. She said he was just helping her, but if the man really only wanted to help, he could have asked for anything. Furs, meat, ice, whatever Halo had to offer, and it would have made a fair trade. Instead he asked her to sell out her own people."
Getting up from the chair, Korbin paced the room restlessly, unable to sit still. He had hated this agreement from the start, but kept quiet because Weaver asked for his trust.
"I trusted Weaver not to give away anything vital, but now? Who knows who would end up spreading what goes on here. What happens when the other regions find out about the mage glass used by the cultists? What do we do if outsiders start searching the Fangs for more? I hope you realize that your job is more than breeding ningos, Chuy. It's about keeping Halo safe."
Coming to a halt, he turned to face the man, and the expression on his face was serious. Korbin loved his homeland, with a passion only secondary to his family, and with one gone... there was only so much left for him to protect.
A fatal flaw in a world that constantly changed.
His frown deepened when his reasoning didn't gain much of a response. He was especially concerned with Chuy's indifference towards the official title of the Outlander.
"So you don't see a problem with an official member of another government receiving inside information on Halo's internal affairs?" he asked. "I didn't like it even when the man wasn't Arbiter, but now there's even less of a reason to maintain those ties. Why does he want the information? What is he doing with it?"
Korbin's jaws tightened, life and heat returning to listless eyes as the topic got him more and more worked up. "Weaver claimed the same. She said he was just helping her, but if the man really only wanted to help, he could have asked for anything. Furs, meat, ice, whatever Halo had to offer, and it would have made a fair trade. Instead he asked her to sell out her own people."
Getting up from the chair, Korbin paced the room restlessly, unable to sit still. He had hated this agreement from the start, but kept quiet because Weaver asked for his trust.
"I trusted Weaver not to give away anything vital, but now? Who knows who would end up spreading what goes on here. What happens when the other regions find out about the mage glass used by the cultists? What do we do if outsiders start searching the Fangs for more? I hope you realize that your job is more than breeding ningos, Chuy. It's about keeping Halo safe."
Coming to a halt, he turned to face the man, and the expression on his face was serious. Korbin loved his homeland, with a passion only secondary to his family, and with one gone... there was only so much left for him to protect.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
