Halovians could be frosty, though she was willing to bet that was true everywhere. They could also be any number of things, as it turned out. Some were kind, some were cruel, some were ridiculous. Halo was not any different than anywhere else, in that regard, it just really depended on who you met. “Just information on what’s been going on in the rest of the world. I’ve never actually seen it, and we don’t get much information in Halo even with the portals open. For once in my life, nothing nefarious.” she gives him a smirk and a wink at the last bit, which is clearly a joke.
Weaver, for all her faults, was not particularly nefarious. Not now, anyway, given that she had no reason to be. She’d lie, if needed, but preferred the truth. It tended to get her farther than lies, and she was definitely not the type to shy away from hurting feelings, which made the truth a little easier for her. He holds the door open a little wider, answering her question and telling her that it is not, exactly, a shop. Rather it is a house for the dead, and she nods in understanding. Taking the invitation of the open door, she steps closer, gesturing for him to lead the way. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
Death doesn’t scare her. Some, if they’d died if she had, might shy away from the possibility of it happening again. No, not possibility, but an inevitability. Weaver isn’t afraid of it though, for death is familiar and inevitable. She could live in fear of something she could not avoid, or she could simply live with the time given to her. One choice seems vastly better than another.
Weaver, for all her faults, was not particularly nefarious. Not now, anyway, given that she had no reason to be. She’d lie, if needed, but preferred the truth. It tended to get her farther than lies, and she was definitely not the type to shy away from hurting feelings, which made the truth a little easier for her. He holds the door open a little wider, answering her question and telling her that it is not, exactly, a shop. Rather it is a house for the dead, and she nods in understanding. Taking the invitation of the open door, she steps closer, gesturing for him to lead the way. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
Death doesn’t scare her. Some, if they’d died if she had, might shy away from the possibility of it happening again. No, not possibility, but an inevitability. Weaver isn’t afraid of it though, for death is familiar and inevitable. She could live in fear of something she could not avoid, or she could simply live with the time given to her. One choice seems vastly better than another.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
