DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Well within his right, and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. How many times had sagacity not been passed through the proper chains, until it was too late? How many knee jerk reactions had taken place over insignificant manners, and much less than what was going on now? Understanding Darkeye’s yearnings for a full and complete report – especially the daunting task ahead where there would be a thousand and one sides to detail – was noted, but experience and life in Caido had taught the Sword a multitude of things. And it was that time was quite fleeting. “My primary concern is the safety and security of the people of Halo.” He paused, then picked the knife up once more, finishing up the last pieces of meat and tossing them into the boiling water. “We have been attacked by Ascended before.”
Already his mind was off the deaths, saving those moments for later, listening to Darkeye’s insinuations. “Things move fast here, and I am not sitting on important information.” Especially if he needed to start preparing defenses. His jaw feathered and clenched, an inward flex on suspicions grinding away in his machinations. “Do you know which Ascended are responsible?”
Already his mind was off the deaths, saving those moments for later, listening to Darkeye’s insinuations. “Things move fast here, and I am not sitting on important information.” Especially if he needed to start preparing defenses. His jaw feathered and clenched, an inward flex on suspicions grinding away in his machinations. “Do you know which Ascended are responsible?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
