DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Permission granted, the monolith followed the command, granting his customary, respectful nod, before pulling the letter out of his pocket. “Information.” Unfolding it into crisp lines, he maneuvered his way across the room, standing before her desk, holding, extending, the paper towards the Warden for her perusal. “Though I am not certain what should be done with it.” If anything at all; save for holding onto the musings, the knowledge, the sagacity for later purposes. They had no way of ceasing the notions or actions, if they even wanted to, and the beast was half-inclined to shrug the nuances off for another time, when they weren’t preparing for Halo to be shut down, closed, from the outer reaches and branches.
A residual arch to his brow lifted, habitual too when breaking over the impassivity, waiting for her to read and process the bizarre series of circumstances. “I promised him the details would go to only you.” Whether she upheld that assurance would be another rendering (if her amiability with Neron, as Oliver seemed to be concerned about, held a greater weight); but the Sword trusted the Glacier, and simply bided his time, conspiring and coiling back into silence.
A residual arch to his brow lifted, habitual too when breaking over the impassivity, waiting for her to read and process the bizarre series of circumstances. “I promised him the details would go to only you.” Whether she upheld that assurance would be another rendering (if her amiability with Neron, as Oliver seemed to be concerned about, held a greater weight); but the Sword trusted the Glacier, and simply bided his time, conspiring and coiling back into silence.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
