—Frey Starlight's POV—
Our meeting with Daemon ended in a blink, light on details ..muscle-brain was never suited for briefings or leadership to begin with.
He led us to a corner of the camp and handed us a place to sleep.
"We move at dawn. Until then, do whatever you want ..sleep, train, have sex… I don't care. Just don't make too much noise," Daemon said, waving as he walked off.
He was still wearing the Golden Dragon armor that now seemed part of his body. From the way it looked, I doubted he could take it off even if he wanted to.
Seeing him like that made me wonder what exactly he'd done to end up this way.
Watching his broad back recede, he reminded me a lot of Danzo.
Danzo died some time ago, but I still find myself remembering him; his shadow forms before me often ..especially in the moments when I lose myself.
With Daemon here, that shadow felt alive again.
