We've got the right to live, fight to use it
Belial’s shadow cut across the rain-slicked sand before the peryton himself came into view, all sharp angles and restless motion against the muted world. Marcus lifted his head at the sweep of wings, instinctively tracking the creature’s ascent as it churned upward through the gray haze. Lightning flickered somewhere far out over the ocean, illuminating ice-boulders in stark, bone-white flashes. Marcus couldn’t help but smile as the peryton came near him, the surge something Marcus felt within himself.
He recognized Deimos’ solid figure atop the blackened dunes, as much a part of Halo as the stone and storm. ”Just couldn’t stay inside any longer.” Marcus angled his steps toward the Warden, boots grinding against coarse sand and scattered shards of ice. ”I was flying, but came to the ground because of all this lightning. A weird sort of storming here, don’t you think?” He had not come searching, at least not consciously. He had taken to the sky because the walls of home had pressed too close, because thoughts had circled like skyships with nowhere to land. The bay had simply been there beneath him, vast and merciless and honest.
He recognized Deimos’ solid figure atop the blackened dunes, as much a part of Halo as the stone and storm. ”Just couldn’t stay inside any longer.” Marcus angled his steps toward the Warden, boots grinding against coarse sand and scattered shards of ice. ”I was flying, but came to the ground because of all this lightning. A weird sort of storming here, don’t you think?” He had not come searching, at least not consciously. He had taken to the sky because the walls of home had pressed too close, because thoughts had circled like skyships with nowhere to land. The bay had simply been there beneath him, vast and merciless and honest.
Marcus
Got everything but you can just choose it
