the hailstorm
Neron considered the boy for a moment, smoothing out the map absently with one hand whilst continuing to allow Jace to slouch against him. "I suppose you could say I'm a friend of your father's," he said. "We are related. You can just call me Neron." He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was as simple as that. Why overcomplicate things, after all? "What do you think of Halo so far, Jace? It's a very cold place, isn't it?" Cold, harsh, and the making of them all, if they were bold enough.
Turning properly to face Zariah and hear out the latest criticism against Loren, he bowed his head in acknowledgement that his twin was, if nothing more, a fickle creature. "Because he is still my brother," he said. "Because he formerly held a very high position in this family. Because if he is weak, it is because we have failed him. And we have failed him, Zariah. I mean to rectify that."
Turning properly to face Zariah and hear out the latest criticism against Loren, he bowed his head in acknowledgement that his twin was, if nothing more, a fickle creature. "Because he is still my brother," he said. "Because he formerly held a very high position in this family. Because if he is weak, it is because we have failed him. And we have failed him, Zariah. I mean to rectify that."
