and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame In another time and place, Deimos might not have been the individual believed to have ever interacted with children. But in this day and age, after raising Kiada, and always catching a watchful eye over Halo’s little hordes, the ease in Noah’s assertions didn’t trouble or vex him. Save for maybe the mild apprehension of not holding them properly. “Of course,” he responded to both Cordelia’s strength and the mention of the twins. “Do they have names?” The Sentinel and One Shot certainly had enough time to pick them out – figuring they’d be the type of parents to have several lined up in advance. “Thank you,” and he nodded at Noah’s insistence at assistance; creating several shingles, and maneuvering hammers, nails, in place for the man to utilize as well. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace