Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
If Erebos was anything like himself or Evie, the child would likely have to be supervised near-constantly. Unless he was sleeping. And even then, Deimos usually put Belial on resident guard duty. He gave a low rumble in his chest for agreement. “Most likely. He will keep us on our toes.” Along with everything else coinciding with Halo, and Caido at large. The Sword would prefer the more domestic and familial endeavors, but the duties never seemed to cease.Arching his brow at Zavien’s other response, because unfortunately the Warden wouldn’t be surprised if the island fell out of the sky at any point either, his head tilted again, waiting for anything else. “Hm. I had thought with everything cleansed…,” his thoughts meandered away, not wanting to say them openly, or too straightforward, given the chance that there were some members of the Family more than capable of listening in. “Some individuals could have been weakened.”
As for any new troubles, machinations coiled around Sunjata and his latest idiotic exploits; wondering if that was a trial and tribulation simply reserved for Ronin, Remi, and himself for the moment. His gaze went down to the lava, then back to Zavien to register any recognition. “One of your fellow Dragoons found out someone else has been infected.” And he’d leave it at that – perhaps he already knew.
