DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The bout of steel and resolve had flickered over the edges of his spine now, toying with the anger buried and brimming underneath. How many times did he need to explain it? What was difficult to understand? The rumble sat lower in his throat, and were he in his Attuned skin it might’ve come out as a growl. “But they do suffer for it. I have told you before.” About LongNight. About the blight. About everything else curated and coaxed by the Voice herself – not about her Ascended kin, but her machinations. “I have nothing against who people choose to love, but I believed him to be a massive influence on her political decisions, and therefore, how she ran Halo. How she protected her people.” Or didn’t – considering the state of things along the mountains. Other than defenses that had come to a standstill at her demise, there was nothing signifying much had changed at all. Had she been resting on the airs of neutrality and hope?
His stare sat on Darkeye again, a flicker of irritation evident as he finished with the last vegetable, the water increasing to a massive, rolling boil. “Can any say with absolute certainty? I lived in the Hollowed Grounds. I experienced all of it. The illness. The deaths. And I did not want it to happen again in Halo.”
As for the melancholy at Morgan’s death? He snorted, uncertain if he even understood it. “She was a good friend once.”
His stare sat on Darkeye again, a flicker of irritation evident as he finished with the last vegetable, the water increasing to a massive, rolling boil. “Can any say with absolute certainty? I lived in the Hollowed Grounds. I experienced all of it. The illness. The deaths. And I did not want it to happen again in Halo.”
As for the melancholy at Morgan’s death? He snorted, uncertain if he even understood it. “She was a good friend once.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
