I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Circumstances tended to be different nowadays – but Deimos could recall when magic or shifts wouldn’t have saved some individuals. Perhaps divine intervention could’ve given them another chance or opportunity, one last ditch effort before everything else succumbed. But the Sword was also not a person to shy away from any abilities – always intending to find something purposeful, meaningful, instrumental within tactics and capacities.
Unknotting and unraveling another gnarled portion of thread, he glanced back down at George. If he was surprised by the admission, he didn’t show it – it took time in deciding which deity, if any, to follow. “I follow Safrin. She attuned me.” Throwing down more strands, he tore through several more, content as he balanced along the precarious edges. “It depends on what your preference are, and sometimes it is not an easy decision.”
Unknotting and unraveling another gnarled portion of thread, he glanced back down at George. If he was surprised by the admission, he didn’t show it – it took time in deciding which deity, if any, to follow. “I follow Safrin. She attuned me.” Throwing down more strands, he tore through several more, content as he balanced along the precarious edges. “It depends on what your preference are, and sometimes it is not an easy decision.”
DEIMOS
