how they armor themselves for you

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame It didn’t take her long, and perhaps he was grateful for that; no need to stew, to brood, to become immersed in his own thoughts. A long, withering sigh unfurled again, and he managed a smile at her words. “There were too many lives at stake to simply meander.” Inhabitants of Halo, stretching beyond means and factions, and too many other things to do thereafter – his mind a multitude of defenses and walls, structures and beacons, parameters and possibilities. But for now, that was out of his hands. Her other statements though left him confused and perplexed – brows furrowing, giving away the uncertainty, the ignorance, before his voice could. “What do you mean?” More than alignments shifting? At some bout of the world he’d once figured any reward meant a lack of punishment, a way to unfurl and fill in the cracks, the crags, of the crimes he’d committed. “What more needs to be done?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace