In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame There was a semblance of relief through his shoulders as she accepted the finality of his statement; for he had taken much heart and responsibility into his family, but also the entire realm of Halo. It’d been a tricky balance, but he and Evie had been working, him especially, on ensuring there were bits and pieces for them, rather than always another looming plan, figure, or plotline. But to place other platitudes along, especially when the unknown still pressed its weight into their spines, would be reckless and heedless, both of which he was not. His silence spoke a number of volumes, so he simply nodded in response. Drawing the sled back to the barracks, he settled the ties and string nearby. Belial touched back down, giving one last holler towards Elizabeth, before sauntering his way towards the barracks, knowing the Sword would be heading there soon after. Zuriel stayed at the Warden’s side as he completed the rounds, and turned to face the younger Abandoned. “Thank you for your help today. Let me know if you need anything else.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace