NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Foresight is a hateful thing," Neron says softly, his gaze flicking to her clenched fists, to the snow that forms and crunches between her fingers, and he slips one hand out of his pocket that he might slip it around her shoulders as they walk. "You are no coward, Morgan," he assures her. "You are alive and they have taken the Citadel. You might be dead, and they would still have taken the Citadel. The only difference is that you can work on tomorrow, from here."
Surprisingly wise words for a man who would sooner deliver punishment than mercy, but then everything about this stupid mess is unlike anything they have seen before. "So Halo is for the Old Gods now," he half whispers. "I wonder what will become of my brothers and sisters who live there." Because he was not the only Ascended to take up residence in the Citadel.
Surprisingly wise words for a man who would sooner deliver punishment than mercy, but then everything about this stupid mess is unlike anything they have seen before. "So Halo is for the Old Gods now," he half whispers. "I wonder what will become of my brothers and sisters who live there." Because he was not the only Ascended to take up residence in the Citadel.
