He could feel that age-old tension rankling over his spine again; those pursuits of duty, predilection, and family – chiseled to fight for all of them and only having so much time for all. Were he not the Warden of Halo, were he not so grounded into the foundation of preserving an entire region again and again and again, he could have easily bounded off into a sojourn for Ru. In days before families and livelihoods, it’d been them, marked and scarred and holding one another up against the rise and fall of the world around them. To not be able to do the same thing now drove a bout of frustration into his ribcage; but the reality of their lives and worlds had changed, and with it, the tangible threads of what could be done then and now.
She had plenty of people in her corner at present – and they’d do what they could for a woman who may not want to be found.
Before Deimos could answer, with an outright assurance that it would be fine, Sunjata needed to start hunting down he Valkyrie again, the cretin made itself known – funneling quickly down on a silken line from the canopies. May not matter, he snorted, maneuvering his jawline in a long jut upwards so the Flood would see the arachnid. Send it my way again?
She had plenty of people in her corner at present – and they’d do what they could for a woman who may not want to be found.
Before Deimos could answer, with an outright assurance that it would be fine, Sunjata needed to start hunting down he Valkyrie again, the cretin made itself known – funneling quickly down on a silken line from the canopies. May not matter, he snorted, maneuvering his jawline in a long jut upwards so the Flood would see the arachnid. Send it my way again?
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
