DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Considering the way Sunjata had operated before, Deimos had every reason to counteract the opinion. Perhaps in some portions, like being banned from most kingdoms, but otherwise, as far as he knew, the Flood had tucked himself away in his refuge, left to his own devices after the war. He’d lost Nate. He’d lost fragments of the Voice and that allegiance. He’d lost scores of other Ascended as they fell. What was left for him any longer? Which ties lingered, and where would his loyalties lie? “And what does he have now, besides a refuge and a brothel?” What would be the point of swaying anyone into his depths?
The Sword shook his head, because after all the circumstances, he didn’t think it was worth it in the end. He could threaten and warn, had done so, but otherwise he considered Sunjata much like half-dead prey, something batted around, then left to suffer on the sidelines. If he was surprised by Darkeye’s continued vengeance, he didn’t show it – not one to lecture much on retribution and retaliation, given what he’d done in his life. “I would not stop you.”
His eyes flickered back to the well, turning his palm over, permitting flames to ignite above his skin, before he sent it downward by Air, stopping it halfway as he peered over the edge again. “But I doubt Frey would permit one of their own to be mauled so easily.” Or maybe he was wrong and the herald wouldn’t interfere, in the way Safrin had with Ronin in the past; he could only shrug his shoulders in the uncertainty. “You would need to gain a lot more strength and power.”
The Sword shook his head, because after all the circumstances, he didn’t think it was worth it in the end. He could threaten and warn, had done so, but otherwise he considered Sunjata much like half-dead prey, something batted around, then left to suffer on the sidelines. If he was surprised by Darkeye’s continued vengeance, he didn’t show it – not one to lecture much on retribution and retaliation, given what he’d done in his life. “I would not stop you.”
His eyes flickered back to the well, turning his palm over, permitting flames to ignite above his skin, before he sent it downward by Air, stopping it halfway as he peered over the edge again. “But I doubt Frey would permit one of their own to be mauled so easily.” Or maybe he was wrong and the herald wouldn’t interfere, in the way Safrin had with Ronin in the past; he could only shrug his shoulders in the uncertainty. “You would need to gain a lot more strength and power.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
