neron
"Correct," Neron agreed on her status as a 'valuable resource', though the way he held himself in his chair and the way he looked her over suggested that for all the distance she was trying to close, he was being very particular about keeping her at arm's length.With a shrug as to this Voice's intentions or the reasons for her sending Zariah (apparently) to Halo, he declined to comment. He was not of the Hollowed Grounds, and he held little interest for the place other than why people were suddenly being vomited into Halo from it.
Certainly, there would be a patrol - at the very least - to keep an eye on where Zariah had come through, in case an insurgence was about to follow. Ah, but then she went all 'head of the family' about his comings and goings in the Citadel, and he had to smile, even if it was one of defiance.
"If you are referring to something ridiculous like marriage, then no," he said. "She asked for something - in return, I am where I am in this place." Frowning gently, he glanced away from Zariah. "Sorry," he muttered. "But you are not exactly someone I ever expected to see again. It isn't easy."
Certainly, there would be a patrol - at the very least - to keep an eye on where Zariah had come through, in case an insurgence was about to follow. Ah, but then she went all 'head of the family' about his comings and goings in the Citadel, and he had to smile, even if it was one of defiance.
"If you are referring to something ridiculous like marriage, then no," he said. "She asked for something - in return, I am where I am in this place." Frowning gently, he glanced away from Zariah. "Sorry," he muttered. "But you are not exactly someone I ever expected to see again. It isn't easy."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
