And there was the crux of it, really. Tal had no concept of what 'war' really meant outside of bedtime tales and boring history books that both tended to gloss over the personal details of what individual soldiers did. How to fight if it wasn't one-on-one, or just what sort of assaults were even expected.
"What if... we got somethin' wrong about it?" he spoke slowly, struggling through a difficult concept as he scuffed his boots through the snow. "If everyone's hunkerin' down and buildin' defenses and no one goes on the attack... seems like a weird kind of war." And while most of the people he'd talked to about it had been resigned to it, no one had seemed eager to go on the offensive.
Then again, more defenses certainly couldn't hurt - just in case there really was someone out there planning to rain the sort of destruction down on Halo that had hit Stormbreak.
More logs and kindling were pulled from his Bag and settled into place on a waiting porch while Bell paced quietly along beside Zuriel, watching the distribution of sticks with a keen canine eye.
"What if... we got somethin' wrong about it?" he spoke slowly, struggling through a difficult concept as he scuffed his boots through the snow. "If everyone's hunkerin' down and buildin' defenses and no one goes on the attack... seems like a weird kind of war." And while most of the people he'd talked to about it had been resigned to it, no one had seemed eager to go on the offensive.
Then again, more defenses certainly couldn't hurt - just in case there really was someone out there planning to rain the sort of destruction down on Halo that had hit Stormbreak.
More logs and kindling were pulled from his Bag and settled into place on a waiting porch while Bell paced quietly along beside Zuriel, watching the distribution of sticks with a keen canine eye.
