DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Political maneuvers tended to leave the Sword, and the Reaper in the past, with a looming headache and insurmountable dread. Nodding to his constituents, for he knew where they lingered, he only arched a brow at the Sentinel – curious to his calls for strength. What those possibly entailed would have to wait, however, as Hotaru spoke.
Her opinion was unsurprising as well, but he gave a grin, content to verbally spar with her if need be. Her stances were understandable, coming from one whose loyalty ran primarily to Frey. While she may begrudge him for his allegiances, he wouldn’t do the same to her. Instead, his calm, cool demeanor reigned, a funneling in his bones from days long since past. “From my understanding, there was never an official declaration towards Frey.” He glanced to Noah, uncertain of the parameters or how it coincided. It had simply been done over and over again because Morgan, and Neron, had few options, and tradition took over. Elemental figments were justifiable stances, and they’d completed those. His head tilted vaguely at the Valkyrie’s assumptions of balances, and the ecosystem itself. “Do you believe that will all come undone if we ask another deity for something else?”
The mention of the Eirachi ordinarily would’ve made his nose wrinkle, but they were in the presence of their people, and so he remained stoic. “The Eirachi’s power over Halo comes from deals made. Poorly.” He hadn’t known anyone else, in the past few years anyway, going out of their way to be granted something from the fringes of winter. But since Ru had thrown the distinctions out there, he’d do the same for her, and anyone else still craving the singular path. “If we were to continue with Frey, how would you like to proceed with the next quest? What are you looking for?”
But Deimos noticed the others too – silent, uncertain, probably uncomfortable with the entire exchange. They had enough Abandoned in this world, and he gave a quick look to Alys, and the other man yielding an echo to Frey, pondering over other possibilities. “I do wonder if we could not reach a compromise – a rotation of heralds to ask, if most of you are uncomfortable with the thought of picking only one.”
Her opinion was unsurprising as well, but he gave a grin, content to verbally spar with her if need be. Her stances were understandable, coming from one whose loyalty ran primarily to Frey. While she may begrudge him for his allegiances, he wouldn’t do the same to her. Instead, his calm, cool demeanor reigned, a funneling in his bones from days long since past. “From my understanding, there was never an official declaration towards Frey.” He glanced to Noah, uncertain of the parameters or how it coincided. It had simply been done over and over again because Morgan, and Neron, had few options, and tradition took over. Elemental figments were justifiable stances, and they’d completed those. His head tilted vaguely at the Valkyrie’s assumptions of balances, and the ecosystem itself. “Do you believe that will all come undone if we ask another deity for something else?”
The mention of the Eirachi ordinarily would’ve made his nose wrinkle, but they were in the presence of their people, and so he remained stoic. “The Eirachi’s power over Halo comes from deals made. Poorly.” He hadn’t known anyone else, in the past few years anyway, going out of their way to be granted something from the fringes of winter. But since Ru had thrown the distinctions out there, he’d do the same for her, and anyone else still craving the singular path. “If we were to continue with Frey, how would you like to proceed with the next quest? What are you looking for?”
But Deimos noticed the others too – silent, uncertain, probably uncomfortable with the entire exchange. They had enough Abandoned in this world, and he gave a quick look to Alys, and the other man yielding an echo to Frey, pondering over other possibilities. “I do wonder if we could not reach a compromise – a rotation of heralds to ask, if most of you are uncomfortable with the thought of picking only one.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
