Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Restless fingers finagled with the belt, before turning his features back to her. Ru had been subtle most of the time, but he could recall other instances in her youth where that had all been lost and tossed aside too. Muffling another bout of laughter, he figured that would do enough for a call-out.Narrowing his eyes speculatively, because her last statement was treading on political maneuvers and tactics they’d tried before, a warning instilled itself. “Just be careful. Halo does not have a need for meddling in other lands,” arching his brow – indicating that she represented a fair amount of the Citadel too. He’d been lectured by Morgan on it, lost his role for it, due to their past diversions and tactics when held by vengeance. He had no inkling of Ru going down that road again either.
Presuming his notice would be taken, they could persist in finishing their wares.
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