remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Resuming his normal composure (maybe with one more additional, residual laugh, like it couldn’t help but boil over), he advanced upon the target as Talyson retrieved his armament from its guts. He inspected it idly, a brief investigation as his boot rolled it over, before deciding it was still salvageable. Lowering himself to a crouch, while the rest of the gathered military forces returned to their own practices and skirmishes, he set about creating stitching, intending to give it one last round of patchwork before it ended up in some heap of a blaze. For fun.He could almost hear the wounded pride in the courier’s voice; not bothering to address or dignify it with an eye roll. They all made mistakes – frequently, often. The Sword had been sent reeling many a time when training in his childhood, and even more so in his idle confidence and brazen swagger as a teen, until that too was demolished out of him. Learning and experiences honed many influential turns – the youth would have to resolve that sometimes humor and amusements thundered from even the most modest of motions.
The question seemed rhetorical, but he answered it anyway, permitting the man a moment to save face. “Right.” Eyes roamed back to the mending properties, and when the effigy was properly re-stuffed and re-stitched, Deimos unfurled back to his standard stature. “Do you want to try again?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
