and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
As Deimos opened a larger seam, Alys glanced over to admire the shiny black rock revealed by the man's ministrations. It was indeed much more than she had in her own seam, though it would, perhaps, be overkill for what she needed, and it seemed silly to take more than that when this small piece would be plenty. So she turned her attention back to her pickaxe and swung it a few more times, chipping away even more at the stone. When it seemed like she might be able to pry the section of obsidian away from the wall, she paused, scrubbing sweat from her brow with one hand.
"No," Alys said softly in response to Deimos's query. "I was not sad to leave at the time. I am not sad to be away now." She shrugged. Halo felt more like home to her than the Hollowed Grounds ever had, the friends she'd made in Halo more like family than her own had been. It was sad, perhaps, that she felt no ties to the land of her birth, but it bothered her very little. It simply was what it was.
"No," Alys said softly in response to Deimos's query. "I was not sad to leave at the time. I am not sad to be away now." She shrugged. Halo felt more like home to her than the Hollowed Grounds ever had, the friends she'd made in Halo more like family than her own had been. It was sad, perhaps, that she felt no ties to the land of her birth, but it bothered her very little. It simply was what it was.
ALYS
