[God Quest] unending

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Frey landed in all their distinction and glory, and at their words, he did raise his head. He knew the words to be true, but some days the overwhelming portions felt heavier, bearing down the etchings in his spine. He took the reminder with a nod, grateful that, despite every clattering nuance and adversarial march, Halo stood tall and mighty, and always more so together. “Of course.” And with gates strengthened, he granted another firm nod. He didn’t have the graces and poise of Evie, but he could hear the next warning loud and clear. “Noted.” Deimos had been given the notions before, and maybe, when he took a breath, they could consider alternatives, that would appease Safrin as well. “Thank you again.” At least, with all of this unfurling, another portion of Halo was stronger than before. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace