It was perhaps Chulane's fatal flaw to always think the best of people - to immediately trust, to naively assumed that everyone is as honest as him. He doesn't think to question people's motives, to mistrust, because he doesn't think that way.
He was learning, though. He was adaptable, at least.
"Greenhouses might be the only option Halo has," he commented, "and anything is going to take the entire region's support to get going." He conceded the point about logistics - it would take the full support of the region, and possibly a slight expansion of it too - people relocating here permanently, to lend their bodies to the manual labour that was growing, harvesting and distributing the foodstuffs Chuy intended on producing.
But he was confident that it could still happen, that it would stimulate more of an economy for Halo, more substance for them to trade, more ability for them to enrich their lives - but only if they wanted it. That was the tricky part.
Chuy nodded along with Korbin's words, indicating that he understood better now - he supposed it was potentially problematic to have unknown quantities of sensitive information fed to another government.
When Korbin rose up, Chuy leaned forward again, as if ready to rise in a heartbeat should such action be needed. But the boy merely got more passionate in his speech, more direct, and almost accusatory. He might've taken offense to the tone, but then the boy called him Chuy, and he just about wept.
They were having a conversation. A real, complete conversation.
Well, sort of. More than what they've ever had before.
"I take my role seriously, Korbin. Very seriously. I am here to serve Halo to the best of my ability." he said with his hands spread wide, hoping to reassure and placate the boy. Then he kept going, spitballing ideas, notions, entering into a discussion - there was passion, real and direct, in his tones too, though he didn't stand and start pacing around the room, it could be seen in his posture and his earnest gaze.
"And I would ask the same questions you have raised of the man as well. That's what I mean about re-negotiating. Ask him. Approach it like a business deal. Get clarity on what information he was getting before, and what he's using it for." He fell silent a moment, as a thought cascaded through him mind.
"Perhaps, suggest that as an official in his government, he should perhaps seek out the officials here, to set up a more open line of two way communication, to foster healthy relationships across borders. That might free up what the bar could offer as tradeable goods."
He was learning, though. He was adaptable, at least.
"Greenhouses might be the only option Halo has," he commented, "and anything is going to take the entire region's support to get going." He conceded the point about logistics - it would take the full support of the region, and possibly a slight expansion of it too - people relocating here permanently, to lend their bodies to the manual labour that was growing, harvesting and distributing the foodstuffs Chuy intended on producing.
But he was confident that it could still happen, that it would stimulate more of an economy for Halo, more substance for them to trade, more ability for them to enrich their lives - but only if they wanted it. That was the tricky part.
Chuy nodded along with Korbin's words, indicating that he understood better now - he supposed it was potentially problematic to have unknown quantities of sensitive information fed to another government.
When Korbin rose up, Chuy leaned forward again, as if ready to rise in a heartbeat should such action be needed. But the boy merely got more passionate in his speech, more direct, and almost accusatory. He might've taken offense to the tone, but then the boy called him Chuy, and he just about wept.
They were having a conversation. A real, complete conversation.
Well, sort of. More than what they've ever had before.
"I take my role seriously, Korbin. Very seriously. I am here to serve Halo to the best of my ability." he said with his hands spread wide, hoping to reassure and placate the boy. Then he kept going, spitballing ideas, notions, entering into a discussion - there was passion, real and direct, in his tones too, though he didn't stand and start pacing around the room, it could be seen in his posture and his earnest gaze.
"And I would ask the same questions you have raised of the man as well. That's what I mean about re-negotiating. Ask him. Approach it like a business deal. Get clarity on what information he was getting before, and what he's using it for." He fell silent a moment, as a thought cascaded through him mind.
"Perhaps, suggest that as an official in his government, he should perhaps seek out the officials here, to set up a more open line of two way communication, to foster healthy relationships across borders. That might free up what the bar could offer as tradeable goods."
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
