death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
An end point in the discussion, with naught else to conclude or maneuver from. An individual hardly anyone knew, an easy victim to slash apart, and leaving the rest of the world reeling, straight from the aftermath of LongNight. The chilling conclusion that neither of them had anything more, was vexing, irritating, empty, and hollowed. One almost had to wonder how many others had gone without justice or vengeance. Roana had met her comeuppance during last year’s subsequent debacles, but the information had seemed more forthcoming, easier to snag upon. Perhaps they simply hadn’t managed to garner or engage the appropriate individuals to question; Deimos hadn’t even been aware of the issue until he’d stood here, waiting for their food. An issue that bristled and singed in the back of his mind, amongst all the other crises, consequences, and cataclysms rising along the surface.
And when did they ever cease?
If not Torchline, then it was likely the Grounds the stranger had heralded from. Even if the cold couldn’t touch them, couldn’t seep into their bones, he hadn’t known of any mass migration of Ascended into Halo. He understood the Warden distrusted their presence there, and the Grounds would’ve permitted easier access from the Greatwood. His features continued their flattened affect; nonchalance, impassivity, apathy, except his thoughts were the opposite, chasing and tracing over the foundational layers. “I will bring it up at our next council meeting.” If it wasn’t already a topic addressed and ready from Evie, or anyone else she’d managed to snag for the chairs.
And when did they ever cease?
If not Torchline, then it was likely the Grounds the stranger had heralded from. Even if the cold couldn’t touch them, couldn’t seep into their bones, he hadn’t known of any mass migration of Ascended into Halo. He understood the Warden distrusted their presence there, and the Grounds would’ve permitted easier access from the Greatwood. His features continued their flattened affect; nonchalance, impassivity, apathy, except his thoughts were the opposite, chasing and tracing over the foundational layers. “I will bring it up at our next council meeting.” If it wasn’t already a topic addressed and ready from Evie, or anyone else she’d managed to snag for the chairs.
DEIMOS
