"I never meant to imply Halo wasn't good enough," he said softly, a contrast to the impassioned argument Korbin was leading. "Change is not something that is always easy to accept. The Voice is the one responsible for the portals, and the Outlanders, or so I've been told." Informed by the Voice own demi-god, in fact, and so he was inclined to believe it.
"Tradition has its place, but if I see an opportunity to build a resource for Halo that would enable them to weather Deepfrost without fear of going hungry, even if a being like the Eirachi comes along and fucks things up, should I keep it to myself? If I see a way that might mean even in the bad years, there are fewer deaths and disaster overall, should I just not try to make it work because tradition dictates those people were due to die?" He posed the questions with only a fraction of the barb that Korbin's had, but he wanted to convey that despite the boy's bluster, he wouldn't be pushed around as well - he wanted to help goddamnit. "You want me to keep Halo safe. That's what I'm trying to do."
Then the conversation turned back to the matter of the Kraai. He didn't really have much else to say on the questions Korbin raised here, about why Torchline and Halo didn't already have a political means of communication. "Some line of communication must've happened, at least between the Grounders and Halo, else they wouldn't be staying here. Surely similar must exist between Torchline and here. I'll ask around." He said simply. "I still have a lot to learn about Halo, and the other regions, and the world here in general." He admitted, rubbing his temples with his fingers for a moment. The small amount of exploring he'd completed before the portal got snowed under had been mind-blowing in itself, and the books too, but they were nothing in comparison to being able to look at the rest of the world as a whole, to experience first-hand.
"Oh?" he murmured as Korbin made his revelation in a low voice, looking to the boy with surprise. Something clicked in his mind, though whether it was truth or not he didn't know. "Perhaps information wasn't all that was being smuggled out of Halo through the Kraai." His tone was quiet, toeing the line between a whisper and normal speech, thoughtful and guarded.
"Tradition has its place, but if I see an opportunity to build a resource for Halo that would enable them to weather Deepfrost without fear of going hungry, even if a being like the Eirachi comes along and fucks things up, should I keep it to myself? If I see a way that might mean even in the bad years, there are fewer deaths and disaster overall, should I just not try to make it work because tradition dictates those people were due to die?" He posed the questions with only a fraction of the barb that Korbin's had, but he wanted to convey that despite the boy's bluster, he wouldn't be pushed around as well - he wanted to help goddamnit. "You want me to keep Halo safe. That's what I'm trying to do."
Then the conversation turned back to the matter of the Kraai. He didn't really have much else to say on the questions Korbin raised here, about why Torchline and Halo didn't already have a political means of communication. "Some line of communication must've happened, at least between the Grounders and Halo, else they wouldn't be staying here. Surely similar must exist between Torchline and here. I'll ask around." He said simply. "I still have a lot to learn about Halo, and the other regions, and the world here in general." He admitted, rubbing his temples with his fingers for a moment. The small amount of exploring he'd completed before the portal got snowed under had been mind-blowing in itself, and the books too, but they were nothing in comparison to being able to look at the rest of the world as a whole, to experience first-hand.
"Oh?" he murmured as Korbin made his revelation in a low voice, looking to the boy with surprise. Something clicked in his mind, though whether it was truth or not he didn't know. "Perhaps information wasn't all that was being smuggled out of Halo through the Kraai." His tone was quiet, toeing the line between a whisper and normal speech, thoughtful and guarded.
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
