We've got the right to live, fight to use it
Marcus stilled slightly at the answer, the quiet certainty in Deimos’s voice carrying more weight than the words themselves. The young hybrid knew what LongNight was. Everyone in Caido did. The sun failed to rise, the gods fell silent, and the world endured a time of unbroken dark at the end of Deepfrost. In Halo, it had always been something practical, something to prepare for the way one prepared for any brutal stretch of winter. Store enough food. Keep the hearth burning. Stay inside where the wind could not carve through the walls. It was a hardship, but a familiar one. Marcus knew of a time when the Voice's creations had somehow come through the portal and attacked the Citadel, but they had been slain without much casualty.
The way Deimos spoke of it made it sound like something else entirely.
Marcus let his gaze drift briefly toward the ocean again, watching lightning thread through the distant clouds while rain whispered steadily across the black sand. The storm felt small compared to the weight that had crept into the conversation. When he looked back at the Sword, his curiosity was plain, though tempered with careful respect. Marcus studied Deimos for a moment, not pressing but clearly hoping the older man might continue. "If you’re willing, I’d like to hear what it was like for you."
The storm rolled on around them, rain tapping steadily against ice and sand while Marcus waited, attentive and patient beside the warden.
The way Deimos spoke of it made it sound like something else entirely.
Marcus let his gaze drift briefly toward the ocean again, watching lightning thread through the distant clouds while rain whispered steadily across the black sand. The storm felt small compared to the weight that had crept into the conversation. When he looked back at the Sword, his curiosity was plain, though tempered with careful respect. Marcus studied Deimos for a moment, not pressing but clearly hoping the older man might continue. "If you’re willing, I’d like to hear what it was like for you."
The storm rolled on around them, rain tapping steadily against ice and sand while Marcus waited, attentive and patient beside the warden.
Marcus
Got everything but you can just choose it
