DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
His shoulders lifted in a quiet shrug, brows furrowing slightly. Based on what he’d seen and heard of the Hollowed portions, they were still and listless, drifting in their day to day mode of existence. “Probably not well. Difficult to make any advancements.” Without someone at the helm, dictating, talking to gods, or organizing some manner of motion, they’d likely be stuck for a while. “They likely survive, and that is all.” Alys would’ve seen it before moving her way to Halo.Distinct implications ran down his spine though, based on bitter folds of the past. “I can recall a time when we were content in not having a leader, at least in the Grounds.” Memories of Zariah, of dictatorships, of weights cast down upon them, on sudden rule implementations, had made them all shirk and rebel; and perhaps it was still strange to see where some of them had ended up today. “Things change. Maybe there will be someone with ambition and determination soon.” Or the other worlds would continue to linger in their stasis.
Unite and spread the heart apart
