The sudden volume of Noah's anger was unexpected. Unusual; he couldn't remember when he'd last heard the Olson raise his voice. It was enough to make Korbin flinch where he lay, but not enough to make him obey. He'd never been one to follow orders, unless they were from Weaver, and this time he didn't care to listen. The raven only retreated further into himself, withdrawing behind the barrier of sarcasm and scorn that had proved the most effective in driving people off.
"Or what?" he muttered, though not until the woman had left. "You gonna shove it down my throat? Are you going to hit me too, like Kiada did? Lock me up, send me into exile? I don't think I care anymore."
Maybe it would be a relief, after all. If he outstayed his welcome in Halo then he really would be all out of things to try for. No bar, no home, no nothing. Beyond the Fangs there would be no one to hurt, and it would be out of these people's hands if he didn't make it.
It was a good plan. All he had to do was keep burning the bridges, just like this.
"Or what?" he muttered, though not until the woman had left. "You gonna shove it down my throat? Are you going to hit me too, like Kiada did? Lock me up, send me into exile? I don't think I care anymore."
Maybe it would be a relief, after all. If he outstayed his welcome in Halo then he really would be all out of things to try for. No bar, no home, no nothing. Beyond the Fangs there would be no one to hurt, and it would be out of these people's hands if he didn't make it.
It was a good plan. All he had to do was keep burning the bridges, just like this.
In loving memory of when I gave a shit
KORBIN
HALE
HALE
