walking the path so many paced a million times

Deimos

A snort of cynicism and suspicion, with a hint of rancor, of bitterness, followed suit on that particular statement. “I do not believe a word she says. She said the same last year, and one still came through to Halo.” He’d already warned Maeve of the possibilities, for Torchline’s citizens, considering that they must’ve figured out how to utilize the portals. Or that not all of them had been bombarded – leaving him wondering if it would hold true, year after year. Some slipping through the cracks. Some managing to rampage even further, even farther.

He paused, pondering the implications, especially for the horde of newcomers who’d wandered into the midst. “Do you plan on staying in the Grounds?”

you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight