where I save you and you save me
The occasional slip and fall from the youth were inevitable; boots heavy, snow deep, but he remained thoroughly unbothered – done it already enough times to keep bobbing along or lifted quickly by Deimos’ hands. It helped to alleviate some attention and focus upon Erebos, rather than the potential horrors Flora had faced.
Brows still furrowed at the description; some portions familiar from the Flood’s admissions. The tradeoff seemed bleak though, and his nose wrinkled at the notions. He hadn’t been aware of Flora and Jack’s affiliation, save for Remi and Ronin’s stray comments from time to time, and given that the Captain was likely as old as her parents…he withheld the outward grimace. Carefully neutral, he glanced back at her, a shrug threatening through his shoulders to counter all the other reactions. “Many end up making sacrifices for the greater good,” he ascertained, though some weren’t always counterparts and partners. Some were their lives. “And at least yours could potentially be regained.” Hadama wasn’t likely to be cross for long. And if they could annihilate Starfall, then one would hope the circumstances would lend themselves to obliterating the Family. Jack was another thing altogether, which he wouldn't be promoting. “I know I seemed cross and frustrated at the meeting, but I was aiming for alternatives – especially for your safety.” And she, much like her mother, had gone and accomplished things regardless.
So maybe he was too cautious, or maybe he’d just seen enough to issue the warnings. Was tired of seeing multitudes throw themselves into pathways that could’ve been avoided. “But congratulations on your efforts just the same.” He gave a small smile, and then laughed at Erebos’ squealing, as the toddler gestured to exactly what they were looking for, further down a slight incline and slope. Belial also called out – leaving them ample opportunity to start downward to the cluster of snow people – likely curated from Halovian youths – because upon closer inspection one would see they were all misshapen and purposefully haggard.
Long strides smoothly went through snow, amidst years of practice, and he managed another brief bout of humor. “Did not take you for a traditionalist.” Recalling Remi and Ronin’s ventures amidst the Draig, with their houseboat nestled amidst waterfalls, he snorted. “Offers a bit more freedom though.”
Brows still furrowed at the description; some portions familiar from the Flood’s admissions. The tradeoff seemed bleak though, and his nose wrinkled at the notions. He hadn’t been aware of Flora and Jack’s affiliation, save for Remi and Ronin’s stray comments from time to time, and given that the Captain was likely as old as her parents…he withheld the outward grimace. Carefully neutral, he glanced back at her, a shrug threatening through his shoulders to counter all the other reactions. “Many end up making sacrifices for the greater good,” he ascertained, though some weren’t always counterparts and partners. Some were their lives. “And at least yours could potentially be regained.” Hadama wasn’t likely to be cross for long. And if they could annihilate Starfall, then one would hope the circumstances would lend themselves to obliterating the Family. Jack was another thing altogether, which he wouldn't be promoting. “I know I seemed cross and frustrated at the meeting, but I was aiming for alternatives – especially for your safety.” And she, much like her mother, had gone and accomplished things regardless.
So maybe he was too cautious, or maybe he’d just seen enough to issue the warnings. Was tired of seeing multitudes throw themselves into pathways that could’ve been avoided. “But congratulations on your efforts just the same.” He gave a small smile, and then laughed at Erebos’ squealing, as the toddler gestured to exactly what they were looking for, further down a slight incline and slope. Belial also called out – leaving them ample opportunity to start downward to the cluster of snow people – likely curated from Halovian youths – because upon closer inspection one would see they were all misshapen and purposefully haggard.
Long strides smoothly went through snow, amidst years of practice, and he managed another brief bout of humor. “Did not take you for a traditionalist.” Recalling Remi and Ronin’s ventures amidst the Draig, with their houseboat nestled amidst waterfalls, he snorted. “Offers a bit more freedom though.”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
