DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
For all his antics with the soldiers, if they didn’t enjoy their occupation, they wouldn’t stay. He certainly didn’t force or bind them to their roles – if strength didn’t, couldn’t, or wouldn’t endure, either mentally or physically, there was no point in defending towers, citizens, or lives. So he snorted at her insinuation, bemused by possibilities; somewhere in his study, a similar notion had been drafted. “Some boiling water too?” Though another banshee platitude was rather unlikely, he still didn’t understand how they’d meandered into Halo at all (he’d pinpoint it on the Voice and call it good), but give the Evergreen all sorts of demonic tactics to combat scars, tangible or inward.
Snagging at some strawberries from their stores, and putting the onion away, he began to cut and slice portions apart (occasionally flicking one into his mouth when Evie wasn’t looking), placing them amidst the bowl. “Probably. But they have options nonetheless,” from Torchline, King’s End, Stormbreak, and even to the Grounds, which was more than the Ascended could say, in their final months.
Snagging at some strawberries from their stores, and putting the onion away, he began to cut and slice portions apart (occasionally flicking one into his mouth when Evie wasn’t looking), placing them amidst the bowl. “Probably. But they have options nonetheless,” from Torchline, King’s End, Stormbreak, and even to the Grounds, which was more than the Ascended could say, in their final months.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
