it's a beautiful lie
Bait, huh? Neron can't say he's particularly impressed with Morgan's made-up reasons for his being out here, but hells, the woman has him wrapped around her little finger, so of course he's come along. The cold doesn't bother him (anyway), but he's bundled up as weather-appropriately as possible, a black speck on the white horizon before Whitebrim. Standing on Morgan's other side as if to ensure that he's as far away from the gEnErAL as possible, he watches as Deimos takes to the skies and swoops away.
Only then does he look sidelong at Morgan, raising an eyebrow. "I could have slipped into Whitebrim undetected," he reminds her, though he's actually quite convinced that she already knows as much. "What if there are still cannibals? Would you like them dispatched forthwith?"
Only then does he look sidelong at Morgan, raising an eyebrow. "I could have slipped into Whitebrim undetected," he reminds her, though he's actually quite convinced that she already knows as much. "What if there are still cannibals? Would you like them dispatched forthwith?"
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
