WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Decisions, votes, revelations aplenty. Neron did what Neron did best, taking it all in with a calculated eye, his gaze moving from person to person, hearing out their decisions and their reasoning. He did raise his eyebrows at Rexanna at the mention that she had implored the Voice to give her a child. Something cold shot through him (not really, of course) - a reminder of a deal made with a much frostier goddess.
"Being from Halo, I cannot say I experience Longnight in the same way as those of you in the Grounds," he said eventually. "But there is no guarantee that these monsters will stay in the Grounds forever. It feels disingenuous for me to vote that we fight, given that I will need to be in Halo during Longnight. But if there is a risk that the monsters may spread out in future... putting an end to them does seem logical. Those who are weak can grow to be strong. Does this decision need to be made urgently?"
"Being from Halo, I cannot say I experience Longnight in the same way as those of you in the Grounds," he said eventually. "But there is no guarantee that these monsters will stay in the Grounds forever. It feels disingenuous for me to vote that we fight, given that I will need to be in Halo during Longnight. But if there is a risk that the monsters may spread out in future... putting an end to them does seem logical. Those who are weak can grow to be strong. Does this decision need to be made urgently?"
