reminiscing endlessly

Deimos Incapable of feigning the juvenile grin from appearing the moment the dolphins gave up on the game, he mused with the pebbles some more, finding their entertainment and distraction enough to curb whatever other emotions mired and twisted within. He’d air on the side of the multitudes who never wanted to make their living or residence in the Hollowed Grounds again; for the haunting platitudes were much too real, and much too strong, to ever shake and cordon away. Once, he might’ve been able to find some sanctity, but after so many devastating losses, there’d be no point. Besides, Halo was home, and all the wintry determination forged fast in its own steadfast sanctions. Information on the Ancients was sorely lacking, he’d agree, and his head tilted back to Astaroth to study him as he made further mentioning of the slight. “We have next to nothing about them,” and if anything, it was fairly recent transcriptions. “Nor did I see much in Stormbreak, last I visited.” Though perhaps he hadn’t been looking in the right sections; his inquiries had been on more void and other unnatural circumstances. “Perhaps you ought to start scribing your own,” he mused, with the slightest grin. “But thank you. It is appreciated.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime