tell me something sweet to get me by

Mortis watched as she set down the basked, and gave him hesitant replies. He waited as the words came slowly from her. Feeling almost… antsy for the answers. Her appearance drove home how strange it was to not be a part of the Armada. It had been his identity all his life. He had expected leaving it to be freeing, but seeing Halo… He wondered if he had always expected to be part of its change. To take some role as his father had always wanted. Before he had let himself drift apart from it, and lost any ambition his father had wanted.

He didn’t want to be in his fathers shadow, but… he wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, and he realised how lost he was feeling as he watched Halo fumble about. “I missed you too” He admitted, offering her a lopsided sort of smile, before cautiously taking another step forward, and offering out his wing for an embrace. “So the still is working well then?”


"Mortis Fatalis"