[SE] How do you decide?

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

Sah’s quick flipping over of the carving had the Sword arching his brow and pondering over moving away – figuring he’d perhaps interrupted something – only for the Thunder to respond with his own gestures and invitations. Ensuring his gaze could still be on the door for when the hunters and trackers arrived, Deimos obliged; if only because it’d been a while since Sah and he had any discussions or discourse.

The answer wasn’t what he expected either, and with a long sigh building in his chest, and further unfurling, he glanced away, piercing eyes setting upon the aperture, then around the bar as he leaned into the chair. “There are certainly things happening. After I get some more information, I will report it to Halo at large.” A reassurance, maybe, that Sah’s inklings weren’t unfounded – unless there was something else going on that Deimos was unaware of.

For his own emotions and happenstance, besides dreams in which preferred gods announced departures, receiving potential ominous bracelets, and holding far too many meetings, the Warden was taking it all in stride. The cumbersome load was back on his shoulders, but not so overwhelming now, when he knew he had capable people alongside. “I am okay.”

DEIMOS