DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He nodded at the notions of Locke and his current whereabouts – placing that information in the back of his mind for access at a later juncture. Morgan’s rampant excursion into the abyss, and the way she threatened to take Halo with her, was enough of a distraction in the course of his machinations. The soldier took several calming breaths, hoping to ease away the fire in his soul, the depths of desecration he’d willfully march towards to ensure the mountains were out of her clutches. “What does she not understand,” muttered in some clipped course, a growl immersing from the back of his throat. All the things he’d told her about LongNight. About the Voice’s involvement with the blight. And now monsters potentially running rampant again. “She will end up sacrificing her people for her own agenda.” That wasn’t a leader. That Sah had reached out to Sylvia and Shaye didn’t surprise him; it’d likely be easier for him given locations, but with the two women involved in the guild, the Sword might be able to share valid viewpoints as well.
The good news portion made him snort, but he stilled and listened, eyes narrowing in confusion, bewilderment, and then shaking his head, as if he couldn’t make sense of it. The regards earned a small snarl from the corner of his mouth, a wrinkle to his nose that could’ve been considered boyish if the rest of him wasn’t so irritated. “I am glad for Halo,” but not at the way it had come about. Not at the sentiments it scarred, withered, and coiled behind. At the assaults and sieges upon her own citizens.
Unite and spread the heart apart
