DEIMOS
“Kiada will do well for you,” he grinned, a haphazard thing on a conviction melded, molded, from his years, and lifetimes, of knowing her. And she’d be far more subtle than Noah. “You must not have many more to fetch.” And then, at least, he wouldn’t have to worry about the Harpy within the Grounds, at least, in the semblances of the malicious void creatures.
The Warden took another drink, waiting for the inevitable as the confusion flickered across Danta’s face, and persisted only after taking a moment of his own. “He does have a mission from Vi in continuing to support the Grounds.” Would Vi's influence and necessities matter to the Maverick? Deimos supposed it would all come to a head if the Ancient disapproved of Noah’s intentions and ventures. If the Forsaken was no longer permitted, the Sword could only imagine that the demigod would continue to bulldoze in regardless, and cause further unrest and turmoil in political, and personal, statures. “I believe he means well, and that his emotions got in the way.” And for all of Noah’s bluster in determining Deimos didn’t care, know, or understand the nuances of such a faultline, the Sword certainly did. Frustrations had boiled over once in Halo, and they’d made their sentiments known; but it’d never been in childish endeavors. Instead, it’d been precursors to a war already determined and set.
Expecting parameters or even outright refusal, he waited for further implications from Danta before going any further to bat for his friend – intending to see where the chips fell. The crow was a ridiculous distraction, even as it disappeared in some stunned facets down the framework of the window and out of sight.
The Warden took another drink, waiting for the inevitable as the confusion flickered across Danta’s face, and persisted only after taking a moment of his own. “He does have a mission from Vi in continuing to support the Grounds.” Would Vi's influence and necessities matter to the Maverick? Deimos supposed it would all come to a head if the Ancient disapproved of Noah’s intentions and ventures. If the Forsaken was no longer permitted, the Sword could only imagine that the demigod would continue to bulldoze in regardless, and cause further unrest and turmoil in political, and personal, statures. “I believe he means well, and that his emotions got in the way.” And for all of Noah’s bluster in determining Deimos didn’t care, know, or understand the nuances of such a faultline, the Sword certainly did. Frustrations had boiled over once in Halo, and they’d made their sentiments known; but it’d never been in childish endeavors. Instead, it’d been precursors to a war already determined and set.
Expecting parameters or even outright refusal, he waited for further implications from Danta before going any further to bat for his friend – intending to see where the chips fell. The crow was a ridiculous distraction, even as it disappeared in some stunned facets down the framework of the window and out of sight.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
