remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Determination had rarely been an issue in regards to the Sword; embedded, infused, immersed in the sculptings of tenacity. It was when it became bullheaded, stubborn, obstinate, and seditious that there could be an underlying concern and casualty – imparted rarely, but still there, resolute sometimes in the click of his jaw or the currents delving beneath his stoic silence. Perhaps a warning could’ve been unfurled in his direction, but he wasn’t so far-gone into his resolve that he might’ve disobeyed and gone off into the ethers at his own discretion. He didn’t know enough about the land, despite many initial experiences and worlds known in familiarity. They did have some semblance of time; but it felt like it was already stretched thin, pulled tight and taut into too many directions, and the things he craved, he yearned, he longed for, were going to be displaced. Not forgotten – just not important enough to anyone but him. So he’d forge onward – the tenacity winning out in the end, and maybe, maybe, he’d be able to snag onto his personal endeavors.
The General drained the remains of his mug too – but, upon placing the glass upon the table, narrowed his eyes, and speculated for a moment. Within those quiet, immersed thoughts, he pondered possibilities and tangents, before the resin itself began to glow – and the lightest snicker touched over his mouth. It began to steadily refill – contorted and created alcohol, before filling to the brim again. A hushed inspection took place, a long sip, before shrugging his shoulders – an obvious not bad movement – before arching his brow, indicating her own emptied proportions.
Perhaps it was best to continue drinking, considering the topic they wandered into. A sigh unfurled through him, one long lingering breath through his chest that bounded against the table. “She mentioned consequences, but not what they would be. Or how they would achieve them, if this trial occurred.” Especially given the names likely at stake – even Wessex alone would be an inevitable toil and struggle, and rendering outcomes, repercussions, to be followed if that was ordained and administered. How – considering how easily the Wraith had ignored the demands prior to destruction? The beast didn’t administer a frown, but the reticence remained, calculations he had no part of still winding along behind his eyes. “Accountability will be difficult.” Another drink, another swallow, another sigh, before his gaze went back to hers. “What is Halo’s role in it?”
out for vengeance
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