Hotaru
With a candle through time
I could still see your ghost
Though Deimos' snort is withheld, the twitch in the left corner of Ru's mouth is not, signaling she is feeling similar sentiments of familiarity and old memories. At least until Deimos' next question, which has Hotaru's head twitching just enough to make it obvious that she wanted to whip it around to stare at her best friend, taken aback by the news he has shared in his inquiry. Territorialness rises in her chest like a hot lance, searing and splicing through her sternum with the desire to bare her teeth at the insinuations of a foreign militia setting sights on Halo. I could still see your ghost
Focus, she bids to herself, caging the cat within and tamping down on animalistic bleedover. "I disagree that the victim shouldn't be detained. It's quite common for questioning. Or do you not have rooms other than cells that can function for detainment?" Her brow rises slightly, exuding curiosity in a cloak over the barb. "I'm sure the citizens of Halo can also be made aware that any altercations involving them could lead to such a procedure." Here she looks to Deimos with a butter-wouldn't-melt expression meant to express 'right?'. Turning back to Sohalia, she smiles beatifically. "That way it's fair to both parties, so neither is perceived as the guilty party before investigations can proceed. No sense in breeding discontent." Something she can easily see happening if a Dragoon was held in harsher conditions over assumed prejudice if that was not truly the case. Fewer cries of wolf that way.
But I can't close my eyes
For it's there where you haunt me most
For it's there where you haunt me most
