who we are and all that we're trying to be
Busy tending to his own challenges, projects, predilections, and an assortment of things assembled just in his occupation alone, Deimos had missed the notice on the board the first few intervals he’d wandered by. Too occupied and distracted, he only ultimately set his eyes upon the paper pinned there after the fourth or fifth toiling – taking heed of its necessities, ideas, and notions. He could understand Noah’s depths and ruminations for such a thing, and though cold storage was always somewhat available due to the nature of Halo itself, a more clear, processing room and area streamlined far more potential. Taking stock of time he had available, and ignoring the semblances of taking a break, the monolith turned towards the assertions. Best to pay back the hunter for all his beneficences too.
Deimos had his own tools of the trade in his incantations, but still mustered his bag of holding over his shoulder, Belial following behind instead of Zuriel (content, for the moment, in healing another soldier’s battered arm back at the barracks). They hastened with clear, distinct strides, long, sweeping measures until they reached the building, the aforementioned individual standing outside, and to his surprise, Elide.
They’d barely spoken since LongNight’s reach, and though he’d seen her within the Shields’ outsets, there’d been no lengthy conversation to be had. And then it’d been so long that he’d thought it unwise to ask about her experiences, leaving it to drift in silence. “Elide,” he greeted instead with a nod, and then lifting his glance back to Noah. “How can I help?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
