intention erased

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame If it’ll work was perhaps the biggest obstacle. For all their purposes, even if the door performed correctly, who was to say it would stop the individuals from charging outside? From being lured, by far-off cries, by anguishing disturbances, by tricks and turns and forces they still couldn’t quite shake off or ignore? But the notions were something to try; amongst and amidst all the other plans upheld by Naturals. Timing wise would be difficult, especially with an alteration in seasons coming up, with Samuel already deciding upon Torchline. His brows furrowed slightly, lost in mulling, musing thoughts, a channel of deliberation and machinations. While Zuriel searched and snooped, completely ignoring Deimos’ silent glares, the Sword turned back to the Ascended, weighing his own answer. “Understandable.” He nodded, pondering over the situation. “I will leave that up to you. Would you rather do it now, where we have more time to work with?” As opposed to rushing? Would it give him more time to recover, before heading towards the sea? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace