I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos shrugged in return; Danta was difficult to read in terms of actions, but he’d take her word for it. The Grounds has been far more industrious under the Maverick’s care; he just knew the man wasn’t overly fond of meetings. Though the Sword wasn’t either, based on a multitude of recent circumstances. “All right. Hopefully something will come of our efforts then.” And maybe it wouldn’t have to rely on that at all; but in the justification of so many actions had to eventually cut through the rampant misfortune. “Come on. You can warm back up in the house and then head home.” With that, the four of them could head back towards the Citadel, and onto the rest of their duties.
[FIN <3]
[FIN <3]
DEIMOS
