Korrath was done. He was at his wit's end. He was beat.
His mechanical face showed no expression but his pitch-black eyes reflected the deep emotions that were hidden in their depths… desperation, fear, regret, and anger. 'How?!'
'How did it get to this point?'
Korrath regretted his actions for the first time in his life.
He regretted ever targeting Clayton, he regretted ever taking the decision to finally take the step of high-profile Verdant Lords to thrive.
'Fool! Why did you try to expand?'
'You've always been ok with New Chicago, you were content, why did you have to be greedy?!'
Korrath was the son of a carpenter. In the world of the Genesis Protocols, having a dad who was a carpenter, it was easy to see how messed up his childhood was as his father always had to look up to mercenaries and others to protect him and his family.
