it's a beautiful lie
"Oh, that was you? We thought it was a mini Longnight. Everyone in the Kraai got hammered just in case another Longnight monster slipped through and killed everyone. Good times," Neron murmurs, sipping at his drink and looking Sunjata over with fresh eyes as if just this moment noticing the differences, both subtle and not. "Have I ever told you that I think you rival me when it comes to pissing off deities, and that's saying something."
Still, Neron has lived in Halo - Halo the neutral, until very recently - so to hear that Sunjata is a Frey man now is of no consequence to the Hailstorm. "You seem happier for it," he remarks, waving a dramatic hand right back to freeze the water droplets and make them clatter to the bar. "To Frey, then," he suggests, raising his glass. "And to the VlamVloed. I imagine there's no glorious return of the Devil's Advocates, so maybe we'll just have to start a new spy network."
Still, Neron has lived in Halo - Halo the neutral, until very recently - so to hear that Sunjata is a Frey man now is of no consequence to the Hailstorm. "You seem happier for it," he remarks, waving a dramatic hand right back to freeze the water droplets and make them clatter to the bar. "To Frey, then," he suggests, raising his glass. "And to the VlamVloed. I imagine there's no glorious return of the Devil's Advocates, so maybe we'll just have to start a new spy network."
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
