Hard talks and harder choices

Just give me a reason
just a little bit's enough

A hint of a smile echoed her own on his lips, at her words, fading away too quickly to truly claim ever being present. The joke was one that perhaps at another time he would have chuckled openly with her at, but right now, he was still too wired, and the tragedies that had so recently struck the region still too fresh in his mind.

"Grief sucks. And everyone does it differently. Korbin… his whole world has been taken from him. He wanted to follow her - to kill himself. And he tried, more than once, from my understanding. But each time we wouldn't let him. And until he finds a purpose to live for again… I'm not sure he'll ever forgive us for that." He wanted to ensure the Warden had all the pieces of information she needed to be able to do an honest assessment of Korbin. Even now, he couldn't stop himself from trying to protect the boy.

He sighed softly, reflecting again on his standing with Korbin, on how he had genuinely thought they were on a path to something healthier, something pleasant… alas, it was not meant to be.

"A healthy dose of wariness is perfectly justified. A gross paranoia that could mean more people dying from preventable means is when things become… concerning." He hoped she understood that he was referring to Korbin, as he nodded along in agreement with her words even as she spoke them.

"Alright. I'll keep on with the plans then." He paused, as his mind entered more familiar grounds of musing on the plans he was genuinely passionate and excited about. "Have you managed to get a consensus from the farmers on the eastern border about placement of the ningo barn yet? They keep giving me the runaround."

I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

CHULANE