May your past be the sound
He wouldn't have minded if she decided to take her leave of him, honestly - he had things to do, but always tried to make time to talk to those who resided in Halo, to learn about their lives, their struggles, their triumphs. It was all a part of not only his position, but also his plans for the region, making micro-adjustments to them to suit the ever evolving needs of the region and the people within.His impression of her was further solidified as she spoke of her work, as the superiority and single-minded certainty became further evident. Nepotism is still alive and well, he thought idly, but merely smiled and nodded in response to her words. "Sorry about your mother," he said, offering the words with genuine condolence, though she didn't appear to need them.
"I wasn't aware the Academy was something that could be inherited," he mused softly. "Would've thought it fell to the Warden to decide its fate," he shrugged though, not entirely committed to the idea, but wondering it out loud anyway. "Do you teach there?"
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
