who we are and all that we're trying to be
Deimos could only widen his eyes as moments clambered and clustered together in broken barbs; Ronin offering, Safrin accepting, a melded fold of inquiries that left the Sword momentarily speechless. His mind strived to keep up with the rising tide, for no, he had no notion of contacting Vi, and could only shake his head. “Noah might,” was the only logical turn he could concoct, before more notions passed and he was staring at both starry goddess and her demigod simultaneously.
The trepidation curled tighter in his chest the more the duo spoke, and the inquiries lanced right through all the other calamities and contortions, machinations and calculations stirring and with nowhere to go. “Who is they? Coming from where?” Unaware of Ronin’s predicament, he swallowed down traces of dread, pondering how on earth they’d be able to cease whatever was coming if a deity could not.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
