The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
She grins, delivilish and pleased. There’s a threat in that knife, though it’s not directed at him. It’s a general threat, the sort that she wears regularly. Such a pretty, vicious thing she is. ”It took you weeks to learn that?” Her grin is playful, her voice amused. ”I would think you’d learn it in a few days.” Though really, he’d needed time to settle in, to start listening to complaints. Though most things in Halo could be solved by a good fight, so she had to wonder how many people had decided to bring those complaints to Neron. Likely they were both bloodied and bruised by the time they did.
It is not surprising that most people didn’t ask that question. That question leads to many more, to moral questions no one really wants to answer. Do you save the best and sacrifice those who remain? Is it better to save a few lives or die trying to save them all? She can’t answer these questions either, and she does not judge others for avoiding asking. Sometimes you simply act. She takes a sip of the whiskey, nodding to his answer. ”Sometimes ignorance really is bliss,” she says, tilting her head slightly.
”You have been rather gracious at answering my questions. Do you have any for me? I know you came here looking for Sunjata, but I will do my best to prove useful. Maybe more useful.” Her lips curve in that teasing grin, though to the Warden of Halo, Weaver might indeed be more useful than a man of sunshine and oceans.
It is not surprising that most people didn’t ask that question. That question leads to many more, to moral questions no one really wants to answer. Do you save the best and sacrifice those who remain? Is it better to save a few lives or die trying to save them all? She can’t answer these questions either, and she does not judge others for avoiding asking. Sometimes you simply act. She takes a sip of the whiskey, nodding to his answer. ”Sometimes ignorance really is bliss,” she says, tilting her head slightly.
”You have been rather gracious at answering my questions. Do you have any for me? I know you came here looking for Sunjata, but I will do my best to prove useful. Maybe more useful.” Her lips curve in that teasing grin, though to the Warden of Halo, Weaver might indeed be more useful than a man of sunshine and oceans.
Weaver
