DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Abhorrence and contempt was a familiar feeling to the Sword, once as the Reaper, and in his current state. Much less than before, where enemies were gained rapidly within Helovia, but the emotion still built its way along his ribcage and through blackened portions of his soul, when they were well and wholly deserved. To hear Alys bore such sentiments didn’t quite surprise him, only because there were scores of others who’d suffered far more than he, and multitudes of Outlanders, before they’d all arrived. Stormbreak had held their high and mighty prestige while segments of the world were isolated and enclosed, scorned and forgotten. Nor would it be much of a shock to Deimos if that land still held such particular sentiments, especially amongst its older constituents. Prejudice could easily be forged through generations.
So he listened, never quite a victim of those imperial thoughts because he simply hadn’t cared – born amidst worlds where magic had been accepted. He’d never hidden who he was, never had to curl and coil into himself and pretend to be something he wasn’t, like Evie, or scores of other Abandoned who represented a repressed mass. But he’d willingly barrage his way through any biases, indifferent to their haze; for one Voice did not equate to all incantation-bearing people. “It never is,” at least with anything simplistic, and especially not with Caido. “I think if we are cautious,” to which he always was, and he could hazard a guess Alys was much the same, “and give it some time, there might be substantial progress. I believe the leadership means well.” In that they probably didn’t want to cause an international scandal, and impending hellhole, by opening a world only to maim them. Still – he also didn’t want to be the first, though that seemed to be an unavoidable thing, given who and what he represented. “Understandable. They intended to hold an event to welcome Abandoned in.” In another world, time, and place, it would’ve been a trap, and even now, he couldn’t quite release those trepidations. “I will go, if only to ensure the safety of our own.”
So he listened, never quite a victim of those imperial thoughts because he simply hadn’t cared – born amidst worlds where magic had been accepted. He’d never hidden who he was, never had to curl and coil into himself and pretend to be something he wasn’t, like Evie, or scores of other Abandoned who represented a repressed mass. But he’d willingly barrage his way through any biases, indifferent to their haze; for one Voice did not equate to all incantation-bearing people. “It never is,” at least with anything simplistic, and especially not with Caido. “I think if we are cautious,” to which he always was, and he could hazard a guess Alys was much the same, “and give it some time, there might be substantial progress. I believe the leadership means well.” In that they probably didn’t want to cause an international scandal, and impending hellhole, by opening a world only to maim them. Still – he also didn’t want to be the first, though that seemed to be an unavoidable thing, given who and what he represented. “Understandable. They intended to hold an event to welcome Abandoned in.” In another world, time, and place, it would’ve been a trap, and even now, he couldn’t quite release those trepidations. “I will go, if only to ensure the safety of our own.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
