It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
That sinking weight of recollection caused his nose to wrinkle and curl the moment he began to read the inscription. Though the words weren’t all the same, the air of familiarity, and the remembrance of failure, was enough to cause a molten sigh flooding through his chest. Clearly not craving the same results as the last time quite a few of these terms and statements appeared, he drew closer for another look.
Perhaps there was something else delving into the system. Beforehand had been syllables, phrases, and a clear-set pattern, even if they’d botched it. And for that reason alone, the Sword sought further insight.
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Deimos is using his INT to gain a hint!
Perhaps there was something else delving into the system. Beforehand had been syllables, phrases, and a clear-set pattern, even if they’d botched it. And for that reason alone, the Sword sought further insight.
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Deimos is using his INT to gain a hint!
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
