Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"I did not say kill. I said gone. It hasn't yet been a year since Zariah took that boy out onto the Tundra - so unfortunately, I call bullshit." It's for show, of course. It isn't bullshit - one look at this man's face says that much, and with someone like Eirachi pulling the strings, Jace may well have become the person standing before him in the space of barely a season. But it's the principle of the thing.
Neron's hands remain in his pockets, his eyes as cold and unblinking as his would-be progeny's. But it isn't genetics that make it so; rather it's the not-blood running through his veins these days. "So that is the story you are sticking with." An observation rather than an accusation. "Fine, then. Why are you here? In Halo, at the Academy? What exactly are you looking to do?"
Neron's hands remain in his pockets, his eyes as cold and unblinking as his would-be progeny's. But it isn't genetics that make it so; rather it's the not-blood running through his veins these days. "So that is the story you are sticking with." An observation rather than an accusation. "Fine, then. Why are you here? In Halo, at the Academy? What exactly are you looking to do?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
