Deimos
Between the utter chaos of the morning, ensuring others were alive, well, healed, mended, and tended to, Deimos only had the barest moment of relief flooding through him. Thereafter, in the midst of more broadcasts, he’d gone to his office in the barracks, preparing, as always, for the inevitable.
With the Tundra cleansed, presently, there were hordes of other notions to accomplish. While he could mull and shake his head and contemplate the errors of the few, he had to be, at the very least, more than grateful for their audacity. Perhaps, given enough time and space from the gaping wounds and experiences, he could send some letters and necessary words.
For now though, with the fire roaring in the hearth and the parchment at his desk, he’d begun to draw a list of possibilities – because Halo was never meant to be complacent.
With the Tundra cleansed, presently, there were hordes of other notions to accomplish. While he could mull and shake his head and contemplate the errors of the few, he had to be, at the very least, more than grateful for their audacity. Perhaps, given enough time and space from the gaping wounds and experiences, he could send some letters and necessary words.
For now though, with the fire roaring in the hearth and the parchment at his desk, he’d begun to draw a list of possibilities – because Halo was never meant to be complacent.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
