CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
He was in limbo, in between wanting to pull Kia into his chest, to wrap his arms around her, and to just hold her, to let her cling to him as much as he would to her. But it wasn't to be, not yet - he stood by her all the same, his hand upon her shoulder, not pushing or asking more than whatever she was ready for. To Deimos' hard stare and enquiry, he steeled himself, hiding the sense of déjà vu that wanted to rip a laugh from his lips as the words echoed the first question the hellhound had lodged at him. Another time, when tragedy had not just struck, he might have indeed smiled, and laughed, and said 'A friend,' in return, to see what reaction he could elicit from the man; but that was not this time, not this moment."Chulane," he offered, his expression rightly concerned, his tone soft, yet serious and clear. "I am sorry for your loss," he added, remaining where he was even as Kia stepped forward, away from him and towards the mountain of a man once more. He stood back, close enough to be present, far away enough to not intrude (too much, at least). He was here for Kia, and by extension, Deimos too, in whatever capacity they would have him. He heard her words, feeling the weight of her sadness and sorrow in them, simply taking deep and steadying breaths as he waited, stoic and steadfast, appearing strong when he didn't know exactly what to do next.
Deimos supplied it, a purpose, a task he could accomplish. What else happened in Halo? Ah, but what else didn't happen in Halo? He knew that Kia had sent a letter about the Palace falling, and had received Deimos' reply, but then the weather had closed in on them, the ravens not strong enough to fly through blizzards. "Warden Weaver Hale died, by a dragon." He supplied the words, short and succinct, to the point, swallowing the emotion her memory summoned within him. "Morgan Aristomache stands as Warden now. The Grounders and most of the Citadel sought refuge in the Academy for Longnight, and endured." He didn't elaborate further, not yet - he wanted to supply the pertinent facts, to provide answers.
we can burn brighter than the sun
