the hailstorm
It wasn’t often, these days, that people appreciated Neron for anything, let alone his honesty. It was almost enough to make him laugh, but it didn’t really feel like the time - especially when it would have been to Korbin, who looked as though he had been through enough shit for the time being.
”We’ll see,” he said of Morgan, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t quite know what to make of the Warden; she certainly didn’t like him, but she also didn’t seem to be in any hurry to kill him any time soon.
That didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be a confrontation with the Voice, though. More on that in time.
For now it looked like the boy was finally starting to drift off, and so Neron let the conversation die. The Hailstorm couldn’t join him, but he did tilt his head back against the chair and let his eyes drift closed. One could always pretend.
~FIN
”We’ll see,” he said of Morgan, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t quite know what to make of the Warden; she certainly didn’t like him, but she also didn’t seem to be in any hurry to kill him any time soon.
That didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be a confrontation with the Voice, though. More on that in time.
For now it looked like the boy was finally starting to drift off, and so Neron let the conversation die. The Hailstorm couldn’t join him, but he did tilt his head back against the chair and let his eyes drift closed. One could always pretend.
~FIN
