remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Another victory hadn’t been the expectation – not after bolts of lightning, not after snagged gloves, not after any of these multitudes. Once again he was inwardly grateful they were not often on the wrong side of things, for had their been more time, they all knew he’d eventually have worn down to more than the stinging, burning pain across his form. He could feel the fatigue behind his eyes, a quiet snort muffling through as Remi commented. “Figured I would process that trauma later,” came on a half-edged smile, self-deprecating but at the heart of the matter regardless. Deimos had always forged on, regardless of moments within skirmishes. It was afterwards where he quietly and stoically strived to conquer whatever demons arose. “Understandable,” he acknowledged by wake of Remi’s apology, trying to already contort the moment in the back of his mind.
Taking the gloves from Ronin, and having never required them before, the reality of their own power coiled into his mind, before safely tucking them away. “Sure. Though I will need go to the infirmary again first. Thank you for the battles.”
And then they could do just that – away from this sanction of beach and towards whatever rest they could find.
{FIN}
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
