[RQ] in the dust

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The aiming notions would come later – Deimos was a pragmatic individual, and tended to go in order of the offenses. The first had been her outright defiance. He snorted at her response, not glancing her way, eyes going towards familiar, lavender glows in the distance, and long strides traversing across snow. “In fact, you could – following exactly what I asked you to do.” Pushing buttons to aim gates, far more precisely than what she’d delivered, guarding and moving citizens to safer places, ensuring no other lives were lost – he had multitudes of ideas other than standing upon a wall, directly in line of sight if it weren’t for Sah’s cloak. “Defending and protecting Halo is not only about being on the frontlines.” And while the Sword actively did both – he did it for the whole of his community, a role he’d taken up, a mantle he wore day in and day out. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace