who we are and all that we're trying to be
There was half an inclination for him to do just that (fight fate; let them bring about their own destinies), but he knew better than to dig into the battle. Not when it had hovered over the brim for so long anyway. Not when it had slowly been gathering roots. Not when it had punctured and pierced along the sidelines, flanking, closing, in. That Juniper had heard meant one less explanation, and he nodded his head in agreement – eyes lingering on a particular boulder while he parsed through his thoughts.
That the Fae intended to return to Halo, seek out Morgan, left a considerable grimace on his features. For her, perhaps, given everything that had occurred. Given that neutrality really didn’t hold a bearing with the Glacier; who’d strived to weaponize it with Ascended, as if that didn’t signify something else altogether. “Understandably,” and maybe Juniper would be capable of finding the truth in the bed of lies, or vice versa. “Her claims do not follow through on her actions.” Impartiality – while blending herself amidst the Voice’s constituents. The Old Gods and spirits and their distaste towards her. Intending not to assault, but doing so to her own people and home anyway. Which spoke louder?
His eyes turned back to the Fae when the other statement meandered within – and he could only nod. Perhaps some deserved more bloodshed, most nostably but he let that thought trail off in silence. “Is there anything else you needed?” came instead; uncertain, no more inquiries remaining. He’d said his piece.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
