Either you both agree...or well, one of you dies...maybe.
Maybe? What the hell kind of offer was that? Corbin remembered the days when life was simple. She was just a little girl splashing in a mud puddle and knocking all the boys down on their asses for looking at her funny. Now this..this...Charlie person gives her a mandate to choose life or death and do so quickly. This was nothing but a game. Corbin so despised games. Especially games thought up by sordid, twisted entities who deserved to have their heads chopped off or entrails ripped out. If the voice had a real head or body. She sure had a good grip on Corbin and Atris though.
In the span of just a few seconds, her brain was trying to sort this out in a way that made some kind of sense. Why was Charlie insistent on getting her way? What did this woman have to gain or lose? There were so many dangling strings to try and untangle then tie back into place with those neat, little bows she enjoyed so much. Most of all, she didn't like the odds. They clearly were not meant to be in the pair's favor.
One thing she knew, Atris was not just a normal human being. He'd always been able to do things no one else could live through. Sure, Corbin pulled off a few upsets against creatures bigger and badder than her at times; but, never to the extent he could. If Charlie was trying to force them together, the woman had something to lose or to gain from their pairing.
While she loved Atris, there were just way too many things in her gut saying it'd be wrong to give a yes to this proposition. "No. My answer is no." She was now banking on the fact that Charlie would not kill Atris for she seems to be very enamored by him. Who wouldn't be? In exchange, the entity could kill her instead. "I'm human and, as such, I am frail. What use am I to him or to you? Unless you seek a vessel for something more insidious. I will not be that vessel for whatever it is you seek to grasp." Shifting her gaze to Atris. He'd recognize from the hard set of her jaw that Corbin's mind was made. Her only remaining hope was that he would live a long, healthy life after her passing. "So, do your worst, Hag. Kill me."
Bookmarks