[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us True. It would not be Halo without all of that. But it is refreshing to see a touch of green. Halo would be renowned for its chill, and Deimos was fine with the rest of the world believing it to be simply that. Those who lived within knew better – of power and circumstance, of hardships and perseverance, of the stubborn, stalwart way they all banded together. The community, culture, and vibrancy of the region had grown; adapted, come to claim more than powder and cold, spires and walls rising from heaps of what had once been. Protected, shielded, and guarded, like stoic ramparts of the north, settled into their lives and whims. He took her assurance for what it was; for he’d seen her once nearly victim of creatures and cretins alike, letting the inward snort pass by, sailing out into the ether as it failed to hit its mark. Not expecting the gratitude, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a thunderbird picture of confusion before she extended the reasoning. Usually he was preserving lives, rather than funneling them into one channel or occupation; the expression of cartography had been a thought, a notion, for her to follow on her own – he’d just been the catalyst of ideas and machinations. She’d done the rest. You are welcome. It is nice to hear my advice taken for once, he granted with a jocular, amused tone, leaning into self-deprecation as a way to evade too many emotions. But you are the one who had to develop it. Take pride in your own endeavors too. Not to be crushed under the weight of the hardships; but to be impressed with how far she'd already come. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left