NERON
the hailstorm
Neron holds still to allow Morgan to cut the vine from around his leg - an easy feat for an Ascended, and he gazes down to meet her gaze, eyes easily piercing the darkness to find her own. "I understand," he says, his tone quiet and careful to hide away the obvious disappointment that lives behind the words. He understands, but he doesn't like it. He understands, but he doesn't agree. "I do hope you are right about the conflict, though. With as many supporters of various gods within Halo, do you think you can prevent civil unrest?"
But then the political becomes the personal, and he silently holds out a hand to help her up from the jungle floor. "What makes you say that?" he asks honestly. He's not sure what the difference would be, unless... "Would you have wanted to stop me from Ascending?"
But then the political becomes the personal, and he silently holds out a hand to help her up from the jungle floor. "What makes you say that?" he asks honestly. He's not sure what the difference would be, unless... "Would you have wanted to stop me from Ascending?"
