redemption burns hot and bright

The Wraith may be ill-equipped to navigate the nuances of emotional conversations, but she is well aware of the Sword’s disdain for her. She’d have to be blind to miss it. Some unexpected feelings about that and its hypocrisy rise as she knocks on the door (strange how face-to-face births the unexpected - it’s so much easier to minimize something from afar) and the Queen struggles to quell them, determined to keep this civil and brief. She has quite a few things to do while in Halo, and there’s no point in being rude to someone who’s helping her - and many others - out. A thin-lipped, polite smile greets the man as he opens the door. “Deimos.” Stepping quickly into the building, she shakes off the snow accumulation and moves towards the offered seats. “We have. Thanks in advance for your help.” Pointedly using we instead of I, she involves all of the Ascended in this, in some way or another. “I had originally thought a cannon that could shoot a fire net, or an invisible  catapult, but recently I’ve been thinking of something more mobile. A crossbow that can make every arrow a fire arrow?” Positing the question to him, the creator, she subtly asks for his input while laying out her thoughts on the matter. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm