WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
"I suppose it must be nice, at last, to feel like you have your own face." Neron smirked; a lifetime of sharing an identity, practically, with his twin, and here they were. Not that they had been at all alike, and they had only truly taken advantage of being identical once or twice towards the end of their time in Northaven. They exited the marketplace, moving now along a cobbled side street, the Palace glittering overhead in the distance. Tilting his head a little as Loren explained his time in the Hollowed Grounds, Neron was not so soft as to offer comfort or sympathy. It had happened - what was important now was how they planned to move forward.
"Blight and Longnight. I have heard of both of these things, though we only experienced one of them in Halo. The fires burn bright, and it passes without incident, mostly." He shrugged his shoulders. How did he become Warden? Now that was a tale, indeed. Not one for public ears, however. "I will tell you one day," he said. "For now let's just say I managed it on a wing and a prayer."
Suddenly, uncharacteristically almost, Neron leant across and jostled his shoulder against Loren, as if to chastise him for not believing he might have been missed. "I was not aware you weren't in the family's good graces. What have you done to annoy them this time?" he inquired. "As for me - there's much you can do. There's a position here, with me, if you'll have it. But before that... I am not so foolish to believe you weak any longer, brother. There is something I might task you with, though it will be dangerous."
"Blight and Longnight. I have heard of both of these things, though we only experienced one of them in Halo. The fires burn bright, and it passes without incident, mostly." He shrugged his shoulders. How did he become Warden? Now that was a tale, indeed. Not one for public ears, however. "I will tell you one day," he said. "For now let's just say I managed it on a wing and a prayer."
Suddenly, uncharacteristically almost, Neron leant across and jostled his shoulder against Loren, as if to chastise him for not believing he might have been missed. "I was not aware you weren't in the family's good graces. What have you done to annoy them this time?" he inquired. "As for me - there's much you can do. There's a position here, with me, if you'll have it. But before that... I am not so foolish to believe you weak any longer, brother. There is something I might task you with, though it will be dangerous."
