KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
He had expected disagreement, and not for the first time Korbin found himself startled by unexpected reactions. But that's how it always started, wasn't it? They did something unexpected, caught his attention, and after making a bunch of promises they disappeared.
"Oh really. And are you going to do it?" he asked, grimly amused. "Don't get me wrong, you're possibly the least offensive of the Outlanders I've come across so far, but I dare say you're one of the most destructive." No one else had managed to get the whole Citadel attacked, guards killed et cetera. "I keep hearing people tell me that I gotta embrace change and that it's inevitable... In my experience change brings on death, or death forces change. In other words, the only thing I would be accepting is more misery, and I'm really tired of that kind of thing right now."
Rubbing at the dried blood on his face, he folded the damp cloth over to find a clean spot. As he leaned back into the chair, he sighed. "I plan to stay drunk until I find a reason not to be. So far, there's none." Once he thought most of the blood was gone, Korbin pressed the damp cloth against his eyes. "If you want the job, it's yours. No one else has shown any interest anyway."
For all the cocksure words, Korbin didn't sound very confident. Just tired, as if the dark rings under the eyes wasn't enough of a giveaway. Perhaps it was hypocrisy to fist call someone a menace and then hire them, but Korbin was beyond caring at this point.
"Oh really. And are you going to do it?" he asked, grimly amused. "Don't get me wrong, you're possibly the least offensive of the Outlanders I've come across so far, but I dare say you're one of the most destructive." No one else had managed to get the whole Citadel attacked, guards killed et cetera. "I keep hearing people tell me that I gotta embrace change and that it's inevitable... In my experience change brings on death, or death forces change. In other words, the only thing I would be accepting is more misery, and I'm really tired of that kind of thing right now."
Rubbing at the dried blood on his face, he folded the damp cloth over to find a clean spot. As he leaned back into the chair, he sighed. "I plan to stay drunk until I find a reason not to be. So far, there's none." Once he thought most of the blood was gone, Korbin pressed the damp cloth against his eyes. "If you want the job, it's yours. No one else has shown any interest anyway."
For all the cocksure words, Korbin didn't sound very confident. Just tired, as if the dark rings under the eyes wasn't enough of a giveaway. Perhaps it was hypocrisy to fist call someone a menace and then hire them, but Korbin was beyond caring at this point.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
