yet my blood renders me a King
Sah lips twitched at the flurry of questions, though it was hidden behind his glass. "I'm a hunter from Halo. But I know my way around a fight, and I fully intend to defend my home and people." He knew his way around war as well, but that wasn't something he was about to disclose so easily. Those memories were too painful to dig up for a casual conversation.
The Abandoned perked up at the mention of Mort. "I don't blame you. Mort is... incredible. Warm, gentle, and so damn loving." Sah hummed contemplatively, "Should we fall in the coming days, we'll be ok. He'll take care of us." Of that, the Abandoned had no doubt. The God of Death had comforted him, answered each and every one of his questions, and sent him on his way with a hug and a kiss to the temple. How could he not think highly of the deity?
The Abandoned perked up at the mention of Mort. "I don't blame you. Mort is... incredible. Warm, gentle, and so damn loving." Sah hummed contemplatively, "Should we fall in the coming days, we'll be ok. He'll take care of us." Of that, the Abandoned had no doubt. The God of Death had comforted him, answered each and every one of his questions, and sent him on his way with a hug and a kiss to the temple. How could he not think highly of the deity?
Sah
