DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Not always,” he half-muttered under his breath, the way he might’ve wrinkled his nose signifying some other level of frustration, or juvenility coming through. Sometimes it was revenge.
The explanation was pinpointed and occasionally undercut by the fierce slices through several carrots. “Morgan claimed neutrality, but lied to the public. It was all a farce. She took Neron, an Ascended, as her lover, and admitted to praying to the Voice for guidance and direction. She might have done so with the spirits or Old Gods as well, but had no means, as she had angered them before.” He slid the vegetables into the stew, before reaching for more. Something to do. Easier to tell the story with a blade in his hand. “So we forced her out. We did not want the Voice’s influence running deep into Halo, considering LongNight, diseases spread, and any other machinations. There was no violence. Gave her an opportunity to leave with Neron. Noah and Ru took the Warden positions.” And the deep regrets of not following through on earlier plans. “She returned with a dragon, Wessex, Neron, and Nate, and attacked her own land and people. Noah and Ru surrendered for the sake of the Halovians, and the Ascended tried to catch us to become political prisoners.” Or worse, he supposed – though they didn’t make it that far.
His piercing gaze flicked back to Darkeye, figuring that was enough. In truth, maybe on another day, he might’ve felt sorry for Amun. Knew what it meant to grieve loved ones lost; but the cold, chilling anger residing under his skin only permitted a nod to rankle through the other information.
The explanation was pinpointed and occasionally undercut by the fierce slices through several carrots. “Morgan claimed neutrality, but lied to the public. It was all a farce. She took Neron, an Ascended, as her lover, and admitted to praying to the Voice for guidance and direction. She might have done so with the spirits or Old Gods as well, but had no means, as she had angered them before.” He slid the vegetables into the stew, before reaching for more. Something to do. Easier to tell the story with a blade in his hand. “So we forced her out. We did not want the Voice’s influence running deep into Halo, considering LongNight, diseases spread, and any other machinations. There was no violence. Gave her an opportunity to leave with Neron. Noah and Ru took the Warden positions.” And the deep regrets of not following through on earlier plans. “She returned with a dragon, Wessex, Neron, and Nate, and attacked her own land and people. Noah and Ru surrendered for the sake of the Halovians, and the Ascended tried to catch us to become political prisoners.” Or worse, he supposed – though they didn’t make it that far.
His piercing gaze flicked back to Darkeye, figuring that was enough. In truth, maybe on another day, he might’ve felt sorry for Amun. Knew what it meant to grieve loved ones lost; but the cold, chilling anger residing under his skin only permitted a nod to rankle through the other information.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
