NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”My relationship with my twin,” Neron repeats, eyebrows raising over the rim of his wine glass. ”That is nosy, however you wish to slice it.” Setting down his glass, he nudges a finger against the rim of it, as if tempting to tip it over. ”I made a deal with a goddess when I first came to Halo, to avoid dying in the Tundra. The price was my first-born, which didn’t exist and which I didn’t intend to have. Then I Ascended, the Eirachi took offence, and destroyed the Palace.”
He says it like it’s a boring old tale now - and it is, given how often he’s had to explain it. But Loren? That was another matter. ”Can I ask what business it is of yours, before I begin to divulge the intricacies of my childhood?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
He says it like it’s a boring old tale now - and it is, given how often he’s had to explain it. But Loren? That was another matter. ”Can I ask what business it is of yours, before I begin to divulge the intricacies of my childhood?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
