Deimos had a way of going right to the heart of the matter, and Tal's eyes widened in shock at the Warden's accusation. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, mind whirling with the potential ramifications and consequences of that claim. His own gaze unfocused as he tried to grasp even one coherent thought in the jumble of emotional responses that sprung immediately to the surface, but one thing was eminently clear.
He didn't doubt Neron's guilt for even a heartbeat.
"He always bites the hand that feeds him, huh?" There was no flippancy in the courier's words; only a bitterness nursed over the last few years.
And then, a moment later, pale eyes focused back on Deimos with troubled confusion in their depths. "...If he goes to hide with the other Ascended in the Hollowed Grounds... and they won't turn him over to Noah for a trial... will we be at war with them?"
He didn't doubt Neron's guilt for even a heartbeat.
"He always bites the hand that feeds him, huh?" There was no flippancy in the courier's words; only a bitterness nursed over the last few years.
And then, a moment later, pale eyes focused back on Deimos with troubled confusion in their depths. "...If he goes to hide with the other Ascended in the Hollowed Grounds... and they won't turn him over to Noah for a trial... will we be at war with them?"
