NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron snorts at that, unable to help himself. "You are not a poor leader," he says quietly. "It is not your fault that you have found yourself so frequently in the company of weak men who are not worthy of following your command." He doesn't believe that she shouldn't take back the command and he doesn't think that this is the end of things for her. But equally, he knows there is no rushing this - not the rage, the grief, the upset - and so he is the glacier, this time, as she crushes her snow and gets it out of her system.
"No," he agrees, "it doesn't have to be that way. All we can do, I suppose, is hope that the Ascended get out of Halo before they are banished or worse. When we get to the Hollowed Grounds, perhaps we can have Wessex send some correspondence to them using her abilities." Neron glances across at Morgan. "That is... I assume you would like to go to the Grounds, with me?"
"No," he agrees, "it doesn't have to be that way. All we can do, I suppose, is hope that the Ascended get out of Halo before they are banished or worse. When we get to the Hollowed Grounds, perhaps we can have Wessex send some correspondence to them using her abilities." Neron glances across at Morgan. "That is... I assume you would like to go to the Grounds, with me?"
