remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
With no argument broached, he waited until a majority of the soldiers had cleared out. Most repelled themselves downwards again, laughing, hooting, hollering, content with the way their mission had played out. Others meandered off the side, taking the slanted pathway rather than making their descent with more holds. Eventually, only one or two lingered, talking amongst themselves as Deimos carved his own area for the impending training, unbothered by witnesses. Shrugging off any of the prickly nuances, because they were similar in those personality traits, he merely arched a brow at her inquiry, then realized his introductions had never included it. Partly because he didn’t want his entire existence to be framed in titles, partially because it was a shared position, and his counterpart wasn’t here to take the credit for Halo’s efforts too. “I am one of the Wardens,” he rumbled instead, moving a set of ropes off to one side. “I also assist in General duties.” Because he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Altering the subject, he catered more to her necessities. “What did you want to focus on?” He had ideas already, but since it was her magic, it should be up to the mage.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
