( marc thinks he notices the fleeting shadow of a smile, there and then it's gone, but by the time silco speaks again, marc's not really sure. he might have just imagined it, but either way, it's not a sentiment he can find it in himself to disagree with. facts, after all, are facts. never has there been a war won — or lost — without soldiers.
he hums a noise of acknowledgement and vague agreement, turning over silco's second remark in his mind. he'd gravitated towards zenith not strictly because of what was offered, but because of what it was: the moon, dark and cool, cold light. lunacy. there had never really been another option for him, he thinks: moon knight, avatar of khonshu, fighting in the sun?
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he hums a noise of acknowledgement and vague agreement, turning over silco's second remark in his mind. he'd gravitated towards zenith not strictly because of what was offered, but because of what it was: the moon, dark and cool, cold light. lunacy. there had never really been another option for him, he thinks: moon knight, avatar of khonshu, fighting in the sun?
hilarious. )
You believe all of it?