the hailstorm
Neron was lucky in that he had already experienced goddesses. He was also brought up a duke, and knew well his place and the necessary etiquette for those of a much higher station than himself. Bowing his head in a gesture of respect at the static charged appearance of the Voice, he awaited her response and felt a pang of respect that she allowed him to explain himself on his own terms.
"I imagine that you know my past already. My pact with the Eirachi - leadership of Halo in exchange for a first-born child." A child he both did and did not have. "And yet there are some things that she cannot give me. She cannot stop me feeling the cold or the heat. More importantly, she cannot stop me feeling pain. That sensation has been the root of the majority of the problems in my life."
He sighed deeply. "I love my family dearly, bright lady. I do not ever wish for that to be misconstrued. But they are complex and toxic, and I cannot remain bound to a past that does not serve me."
"I imagine that you know my past already. My pact with the Eirachi - leadership of Halo in exchange for a first-born child." A child he both did and did not have. "And yet there are some things that she cannot give me. She cannot stop me feeling the cold or the heat. More importantly, she cannot stop me feeling pain. That sensation has been the root of the majority of the problems in my life."
He sighed deeply. "I love my family dearly, bright lady. I do not ever wish for that to be misconstrued. But they are complex and toxic, and I cannot remain bound to a past that does not serve me."
