NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Blood and ice - that was a very good way of putting it, and Neron stored that away as something worth remembering. Giving a smirk and a shrug to Weaver - chivalry, at least, he could count on from his upbringing - the Warden had to consider her next question long and hard. He could lie, but it would come out eventually. And that would only damage his reputation further than he already anticipated.
"For personal reasons, I made a deal with the Voice to ascend me." He spoke softly, without preamble or sugarcoating. "I still have access to my magic, but for all intents and purposes, I am Ascended. I don't plan for it to affect the political landscape of the Citadel, but I understand that I don't really have a say in that." According to a certain Captain Aristomache, anyway.
With a humourless laugh, Neron nodded his agreement of Weaver's assessment of the gods - if he had been drinking, he'd have tipped his glass to her. "No, it didn't require me to stay. But then there wasn't a way out of Halo, truly, until the portals opened, not without putting myself in unnecessary danger. The place had become home to me, by that point."
"For personal reasons, I made a deal with the Voice to ascend me." He spoke softly, without preamble or sugarcoating. "I still have access to my magic, but for all intents and purposes, I am Ascended. I don't plan for it to affect the political landscape of the Citadel, but I understand that I don't really have a say in that." According to a certain Captain Aristomache, anyway.
With a humourless laugh, Neron nodded his agreement of Weaver's assessment of the gods - if he had been drinking, he'd have tipped his glass to her. "No, it didn't require me to stay. But then there wasn't a way out of Halo, truly, until the portals opened, not without putting myself in unnecessary danger. The place had become home to me, by that point."
