To long

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His brow arched, fingers still grasping at the resin of the mug. Doppelgangers had sounded more like capabilities associated with the Ascended, or anyone with Illusion incantations here, and from the sounds of it, Kiada had yet to gain anything of such stature. But with so many new proportions, renewals, resurgences, and simply the notions of staying alive at the back of their minds constantly, Deimos couldn’t begrudge Darkeye any of the apprehension. “Thank you for letting me know. We will keep an eye out, regardless.” At least in Halo, as far as he was aware, the danger wasn’t too vast – not with the chill. At being handed a map of the Hollowed Grounds, his eyes widened. “Thank you.” His notions were immediately for sharing it with Evie, once they found a time and opportunity, but in the present, he had to navigate these other regards. “Halo will always come first for us,” as expected. “But let me know what you need if you do become leader.” He paused, wiles always considering. "Are there many citizens left?" master of nothing place; of recoil and grace