She follows his gaze out to the settlement, to the ruins of what was once a thriving place. Though isolated, Halo had been largely untouched by war, doesn’t bear the scars of human and divine meddling. It might have been a hell there, but it was a very different hell than here. This place told a different story, something painful and tired, though not without hope. The rebuilt settlement is testament to this, life springing up despite attempts to tamp it down.
Deimos was his own sort of testament to this, outlanders who’d found their place in this world despite it not being their own. She understands, on a conceptual level, why many of the naturals don’t like the outlanders. But she doesn’t understand in her gut. Maybe they were not one of them, but they were new blood, and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing for Caido. They could use something fresh here after so much stagnation.
”So what happened to her here? Did she leave, or did you have to get rid of her?” She wonders if Neron would be able to contain her this time, since she no longer wore the crown. Would that be enough of a hiderance? Was she willing to move slowly, less obviously, this time around? Because Weaver didn’t expect her not to move, not to shift her chess pieces. It was simply and matter and how and to what end.
Deimos was his own sort of testament to this, outlanders who’d found their place in this world despite it not being their own. She understands, on a conceptual level, why many of the naturals don’t like the outlanders. But she doesn’t understand in her gut. Maybe they were not one of them, but they were new blood, and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing for Caido. They could use something fresh here after so much stagnation.
”So what happened to her here? Did she leave, or did you have to get rid of her?” She wonders if Neron would be able to contain her this time, since she no longer wore the crown. Would that be enough of a hiderance? Was she willing to move slowly, less obviously, this time around? Because Weaver didn’t expect her not to move, not to shift her chess pieces. It was simply and matter and how and to what end.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
