Deimos
The Sparkbird had been a blessing once, and seemingly a curse thereafter. Deimos didn’t begrudge the creature at all – taken to casting its light over LongNight again and again, summoned from the dirges of wherever it reigned, to ultimately be forgotten in the legion of promises thereafter. He tilted his head, brows furrowing as Noah kindled the notions of striving to help it, how Frey said it’d been gone, to Caido, but with war seething and reigning at the same time…his shoulders shrugged. “Perhaps it has done the same again.” With the liberation and freedom of the God, who was to say unless it showed its presence in someone’s midst another time?
Nor did the Sword hold any grief for the fallen Hailstorm. Similar sentiments rumbled, and he even managed a chuckle at Noah’s words, as heavy and forbearing as they might’ve been in some other moments. “He had it coming, regardless.” A finalized segment of chapters for a man who'd orchestrated plagues of danger and treachery, including murder, in Halo's wake. Placing the letter back into his pockets, mostly to show Evie and the painful sentiments and results of the Grounds themselves, he gestured towards the rest of the rubble. “We can finish repairs here and then head back for lunch?”
Nor did the Sword hold any grief for the fallen Hailstorm. Similar sentiments rumbled, and he even managed a chuckle at Noah’s words, as heavy and forbearing as they might’ve been in some other moments. “He had it coming, regardless.” A finalized segment of chapters for a man who'd orchestrated plagues of danger and treachery, including murder, in Halo's wake. Placing the letter back into his pockets, mostly to show Evie and the painful sentiments and results of the Grounds themselves, he gestured towards the rest of the rubble. “We can finish repairs here and then head back for lunch?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
