DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The answer, nor the way emotions strayed and suddenly shortened into nothing, was not what he’d been expecting. The Sword, usually adverse to sharing his sentiments, remained aloof and reticent, uncertain where and how to proceed as Noah simply sequestered into himself. Deimos could readily understand the reaction too – shame was a mighty blow, especially to one like the demigod who’d always been proud and capable. How it could claw. How it could fester. How it could cluster into gnarled, knotted, fettered filaments, driving onslaughts into ribcages, bone, and marrow.
But it was always what someone did with the feelings thereafter, that made or broke them.
Though he wasn’t certain what Noah would’ve given up. Time amidst Halo? Something he could’ve had – traversing back and forth easily with his compass? And perhaps it wasn’t worth asking, given the state of the situation. Wouldn’t have helped, and likely only hindered.
So his gaze faltered, watching another streak of lightning spark and sizzle beyond, before mustering another breath. “What did Vi tell you to do? Were there explicit instructions?” An infirmary was probably a good start – he could recall how often they made use of it before everything fell apart. “Think of all the advancements we made in Halo. The Grounds likely needs some of the same.” Protection. Shields. Armaments. Weaponry. Advanced portions to ensure civilization. Farming.
But it was always what someone did with the feelings thereafter, that made or broke them.
Though he wasn’t certain what Noah would’ve given up. Time amidst Halo? Something he could’ve had – traversing back and forth easily with his compass? And perhaps it wasn’t worth asking, given the state of the situation. Wouldn’t have helped, and likely only hindered.
So his gaze faltered, watching another streak of lightning spark and sizzle beyond, before mustering another breath. “What did Vi tell you to do? Were there explicit instructions?” An infirmary was probably a good start – he could recall how often they made use of it before everything fell apart. “Think of all the advancements we made in Halo. The Grounds likely needs some of the same.” Protection. Shields. Armaments. Weaponry. Advanced portions to ensure civilization. Farming.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
