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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Deimos was hardly a warm person usually, but he seemed very awkward indeed as he stepped into the bookshop. Sam could tell before it was said that he was not here for a book; no one entered with such hesitation just to buy something. Preparing himself for bad news he let out a quiet breath and grasped his hands behind his back to hear Deimos out. (Zuriel received a momentary disapproving look right back. Sam did not care for horses in his shop). What it was Deimos did have to say was so unexpected he let go of his hands and they hung limply by his sides as he blinked and tried to come up with words. "...I...um. How would it keep the monsters at bay? Where would you be installing it? In..the old Medical College?" These questions weren't really that important. They were more of a time filler than anything else, something to say while he tried to think over the actual question. While the part of him that felt desperately protective of his Goddess and people reviled at the idea of giving away that which made them powerful...it would be a way to protect those in the Hollowed Grounds even as he went away. It would be a way to make the perception of the Ascended better: something Wessex might even see as a suitable 'apology' of sorts for going against her vote of fighting the monsters. "..I would be interested, but with one condition. I'd like it to be made clear and for everyone to know that this door was made with the help of an Ascended. Maybe you could write something on it, I don't know. But I don't want this to be a quiet sacrifice." If Deimos could agree to this, he would have what he desired. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.