Luka
Let's draw a line between us, paint a map back to the start
Leaving footprints to remind us -
Luka hums a sound that is mild in its disagreement. "I think she's too headstrong to feel pressured. She lives in shades of grey; she loves to travel, but Halo is home. I don't know when or if that will change. But people judge anyway." For the sin of appearing to be disloyal, or uncertain. Luka doesn't pretend to understand them. So long as she comes home, what does it matter? But then again, he is happy to stay within these frosty peaks eternally, so he isn't sure he's the best voice on the matter. But how are theirs any better, snide and inflexible? Leaving footprints to remind us -
Luka can't help but huff a laugh at Deimos' admission, which feels unkind, so he turns his face back to the Warden to make it clear his amusement isn't at the man's vulnerability. "You're a lot alike. Just not on the surface." It would seem ridiculous to compare Soleil's sun to Deimos' moon any other day, but Luka sees their similarities more clearly. It's why he is hopeful the Warden might have more luck getting through to her. "Thank you." For attempting, when he is already busy. Luka continues along the wall, occasionally stepping closer to see the curve of it for any imperceptible wear and tear that might have thinned sections otherwise invisible straight-on. "I've been considering my own career. Soleil has her adventuring; I perform odd jobs for our neighborhood, but little else." He'd entertained ideas from forging to hunting to becoming a Shield, but maybe Deimos can see more clearly where an extra pair of hands is needed as Warden.
That where you go, I go
And if you fall, I fall
And if you fall, I fall
