And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
A good friend. More than just a soldier, then. Nina had to imagine that losing someone who followed you had to be difficult, but losing someone with whom you had a personal connection had to be so much harder. "I am sorry," she said again, voice softening, genuine in her condolences despite the awkwardness that always seemed to accompany them.
Ember stirred beside her, drifting towards Deimos in a faint show of interest as Nina held out her hand, taking the Warden's in a polite grip. "I am Nina," she said. It was strange to be presented in this way to Halo's leader; she would have anticipated a formal introduction, were her grandmother still alive and performing the duties that now belonged to Nina. As it were, she could only nod respectfully. "Perhaps we can speak more soon," she suggested after a beat. "I do not wish to keep you from joining the others."
Ember stirred beside her, drifting towards Deimos in a faint show of interest as Nina held out her hand, taking the Warden's in a polite grip. "I am Nina," she said. It was strange to be presented in this way to Halo's leader; she would have anticipated a formal introduction, were her grandmother still alive and performing the duties that now belonged to Nina. As it were, she could only nod respectfully. "Perhaps we can speak more soon," she suggested after a beat. "I do not wish to keep you from joining the others."
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
