The range of Caido could encompass an entirety of things - from the wonderful to the ruthless, and at the moment Deimos didn’t particularly care for anything other than the world they’d carved out for themselves. Not wholly out of place, his head tilted from where he rested it, looking boyish and tired in the same magnitude; a result of the past few days and all the onslaughts accompanying them. “Have I told you how grateful I am for the lives we have built?” For themselves, for Halo, for their family, for tight-knit communities who didn’t grandstand or bite off more than they could chew, for understanding and love and devotion in waves and ways beyond measures.
There was something to be said for the peace and salvation they had - a return to normalcy, a refuge out of the audacity. He regretted even bringing up the next words, but they needed to be spoken, given the context of recent letters to Hadama. “I saw Maea in Stormbreak.”
His eyes went back to the blend, smiling and snorting a little simultaneously, trying to find the humor again. “Probably. You can always give him some of that as well.”
There was something to be said for the peace and salvation they had - a return to normalcy, a refuge out of the audacity. He regretted even bringing up the next words, but they needed to be spoken, given the context of recent letters to Hadama. “I saw Maea in Stormbreak.”
His eyes went back to the blend, smiling and snorting a little simultaneously, trying to find the humor again. “Probably. You can always give him some of that as well.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
