[RQ] in the unsettled margins

Luka

Let's draw a line between us, paint a map back to the start
Leaving footprints to remind us -

Luka inclines his head in turn. "You're welcome." He doesn't know the intimacies of Deimos' struggles and does not strive to, a private sort himself, but he can tell the general upward trajectory of a person's (semi-public, by virtue of his role) life at the very least. Because of that, his praise may mean less, but at least it has been said.

The wielding of items is not one he would have considered without Deimos' input, and though he's certainly not a normal Accepted due to his father's raising of them and their shared status as Outlanders, he's equally unbothered by his lack of faith. "Hm. That gives me a lot to consider." Though it leaves him with more questions than answers, and questions that Luka is inherently terrible at answering; the type of questions that can only be answered with things like knowing oneself and opinions. Neatly cleaning off his trowel as they finish, he quirks his lips in a faint smile toward Deimos. "Thank you, as well." The task had turned out surprisingly nice with the Warden's company.

- Fin!

That where you go, I go
And if you fall, I fall