Zariah... She remembered the Merciless Tyrant well enough. Is that what it is to be... this? Does it always have to mean this heedless ambition for power? Isn't that what got us sealed away in the first place?! She shivered, even without having been to the frozen part of the world known as Halo.
She didn't take the offered hand up, just stood quietly. Her eyes were downcast and she seemed to be trying to pull herself in, as if to take up as little space in the world as possible. She didn't know what to do, where to go; none of the world seemed the same size or shape or orientation any longer - up was down, right was left, everything was topsy turvy.
But she didn't want to risk Quanil and the others they'd brought with them any longer than she had to. She was withdrawn, little more than a walking ghost. She didn't know what to think, what to do... she just went along.
She didn't take the offered hand up, just stood quietly. Her eyes were downcast and she seemed to be trying to pull herself in, as if to take up as little space in the world as possible. She didn't know what to do, where to go; none of the world seemed the same size or shape or orientation any longer - up was down, right was left, everything was topsy turvy.
But she didn't want to risk Quanil and the others they'd brought with them any longer than she had to. She was withdrawn, little more than a walking ghost. She didn't know what to think, what to do... she just went along.
