Sah
Deimos's anger was understandable. Sah lacked the hatred that so many of his closest friends had, but even he was frustrated. Halo had become his home and the Halovians his people. To lose them due to lack of preparation and idealistic agendas was an unacceptable possibility. "I know. But we're working on fixing that." Slowly, but there was still progress being made.
Sah snorted a small cynical laugh, "Good. Because it was Halo that decided it. Morgan was the most unsure about it, but she caved." Likely due to Neron's support for Sah's argument, but the Outlander had a feeling that sharing that tidbit would only upset his friend further. If he recalled, Deimos hated the hybrid in particular as well.
The younger Abandoned's brow furrowed as he recalled the last thing that needed to be shared. His voice grew serious as he eyed Deimos, "There's something else. I received an anonymous letter with some disturbing information. I can't figure out the context, but I did put up a slight warning on Halo's board regarding the worst of it. "
Sah reached into his pocket and handed a slip of paper to Deimos. "This is what I received."
So far wot we learned is this:
Likelihood = HIGH.
White = THIEF.
Gray = DEATH.
Sah snorted a small cynical laugh, "Good. Because it was Halo that decided it. Morgan was the most unsure about it, but she caved." Likely due to Neron's support for Sah's argument, but the Outlander had a feeling that sharing that tidbit would only upset his friend further. If he recalled, Deimos hated the hybrid in particular as well.
The younger Abandoned's brow furrowed as he recalled the last thing that needed to be shared. His voice grew serious as he eyed Deimos, "There's something else. I received an anonymous letter with some disturbing information. I can't figure out the context, but I did put up a slight warning on Halo's board regarding the worst of it. "
Sah reached into his pocket and handed a slip of paper to Deimos. "This is what I received."
So far wot we learned is this:
Likelihood = HIGH.
White = THIEF.
Gray = DEATH.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
