Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The bitterness and rancor following Neron’s name seemed to be a common theme; uncertain why Halo inhabitants had tolerated his presence for so long. Through the Sword's memories, Neron had done naught but damage in the interim, and had appeared utterly useless otherwise. "Did he ever do anything beneficial for Halo?" Thereafter, he simply snorted, gazing out ahead at the dunes again, watching for the slightest change in terrain – for pools, rather than constant, persistent sand.
The subject of Safrin altered the mood though, and he arched a brow in the courier’s direction, one hand still scratching Belial’s ear. “Congratulations,” came on a small smile, but the impact and meaning were there just the same – reminded, briefly, of his own pending inquiry towards the goddess. An eventuality for Halo, and if the calculations were feasible. “What do you have to do for them?” Presuming, based on all his experiences, that she wasn’t merely going to hand a pair of reinforced goggles out.
The subject of Safrin altered the mood though, and he arched a brow in the courier’s direction, one hand still scratching Belial’s ear. “Congratulations,” came on a small smile, but the impact and meaning were there just the same – reminded, briefly, of his own pending inquiry towards the goddess. An eventuality for Halo, and if the calculations were feasible. “What do you have to do for them?” Presuming, based on all his experiences, that she wasn’t merely going to hand a pair of reinforced goggles out.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
