death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Torn between pettiness, spite, contempt, and protecting people, he eventually, and characteristically, succumbed to the latter. Instilling shelter and sanctity had been his responsibility in Halo, but others, drifting in and along the throngs of war, still gave him multitudes of misgivings (especially for those like Kiada). However, in efforts to ensure some vindictiveness remained, he didn’t answer the Flood’s letter. He’d been tempted to put it aside on the desk for days, and then maybe set it ablaze. In the end, Deimos ignored it, figuring it’d let Sunjata stew for a little while.
And when he arrived in the Barrows amidst silence, eagle wings, and talons clutching a bag, shifting as he landed, he afforded the demigod a singular glare from afar, and waited for the inevitable.
And when he arrived in the Barrows amidst silence, eagle wings, and talons clutching a bag, shifting as he landed, he afforded the demigod a singular glare from afar, and waited for the inevitable.
DEIMOS
