If Tal noticed the General's reticence to make promises on an uncertain future he gave no sign of it. The 'probably' was good enough for him; born and raised in Halo where the only certainty was a cold death, he knew in his bones that promises were never without the silent caveat of 'if we both survive that long.'
Dark brows rose in surprise to hear that Deimos - warrior, war-leader, survivor - was not already a master of every weapon.
Then again, repeated exposure had been wearing away the pedestal that the Resurrected Sword had once stood upon, revealing beneath the mythical veneer a man of far more complexity than a single legendary title could encompass - and a friend Tal would rather have at his side than any fairy tale hero.
"Then maybe we can practice together," Tal altered with a firm nod. "I mean, poking holes in things can't be too much harder than chopping them down, right?" Ah, youthful optimism.
"Got any plans for the Barracks or Guild for Deepfrost?"
Dark brows rose in surprise to hear that Deimos - warrior, war-leader, survivor - was not already a master of every weapon.
Then again, repeated exposure had been wearing away the pedestal that the Resurrected Sword had once stood upon, revealing beneath the mythical veneer a man of far more complexity than a single legendary title could encompass - and a friend Tal would rather have at his side than any fairy tale hero.
"Then maybe we can practice together," Tal altered with a firm nod. "I mean, poking holes in things can't be too much harder than chopping them down, right?" Ah, youthful optimism.
"Got any plans for the Barracks or Guild for Deepfrost?"
