Astronomical investigations

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

Deimos half-wondered if he should be answering correspondence through the long pauses, but when the considerations finally came into play through the murky silence, he listened. Hadama didn’t offer much in return, save for inquiries, of which the Sword would likely have hordes and multitudes as well, in the Mer’s position. But with nothing else forthcoming, it didn’t feel like a two-way street – so he was forced to inquire entirely on his own, prying platitudes out of walls. “What others do you have?” Was Hadama aware of the game, of the layers, he was playing within? Of how Safrin's power could truly surmise, and damage, within the same platitudes? Had he listened to Ronin - through every triumph and woe?

His other question had been something practiced and perfected years and years ago – for anyone and everyone who’d ever asked. “She was the first to listen to me. To give me a chance.” A monumental moment for a man who’d rarely bowed his head towards any deities in prior lands, and simultaneously been ignored in his meager attempts – only for the sake of his brethren – due to his blood. But he’d never sought out alterations away for the magic flowing through his veins – only additions. “Why did you?” Had it been mustered coincidences or followed policies, given Torchline’s sanctity? Fortune? Luck?

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same