DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The inquiry made his head tilt again, a narrowing of his eyes to ascertain his machinations surrounding the question. “In fairness, we share some of the same abhorrence.” And though Deimos wouldn’t name any of those in his head, it wouldn’t take much investigating on Hadama’s behalf to infer who he despised. “But I have not been forced to do anything on her behalf to those loathed.” He’d done it entirely on his own, and with good reasoning and merit. Would happily do it again if it didn’t mean uprooting politics or upsetting Ru.
The war was a different story though, and he had to wonder if it had been because of who he was, the power within his blood, or the ties and connections to the Old Gods. It might’ve been all three. “I was not. It was expected.” But he hadn’t balked, hadn’t denied, hadn’t crawled into the earth and tried to hide. The Sword knew the sway of battle like the back of his hand, and the only trepidation he’d had towards any of it had been leaving Halo behind – but they’d been so damned capable, stalwart, steadfast, and strong. “So it may not matter, loyal or demigod, in those cases.” Especially with the pending island debacle.
Information on the Mer was entirely new, and opened his eyes into seeing why Hadama might have even considered the demigod arrangement. He took the information in, no longer parsing through his papers as the Tidebreaker described the lack of elements, creation, or the scouring of enticements, seemingly fit for sirens. “And therein lies the temptation,” he uttered, nodding in comprehension. “But – if you become a demigod and cannot defend those you cherish, then what would it all be for?” The might and the glory would fade for something else far more dire and deeper. Or maybe Hadama had other insights.
The war was a different story though, and he had to wonder if it had been because of who he was, the power within his blood, or the ties and connections to the Old Gods. It might’ve been all three. “I was not. It was expected.” But he hadn’t balked, hadn’t denied, hadn’t crawled into the earth and tried to hide. The Sword knew the sway of battle like the back of his hand, and the only trepidation he’d had towards any of it had been leaving Halo behind – but they’d been so damned capable, stalwart, steadfast, and strong. “So it may not matter, loyal or demigod, in those cases.” Especially with the pending island debacle.
Information on the Mer was entirely new, and opened his eyes into seeing why Hadama might have even considered the demigod arrangement. He took the information in, no longer parsing through his papers as the Tidebreaker described the lack of elements, creation, or the scouring of enticements, seemingly fit for sirens. “And therein lies the temptation,” he uttered, nodding in comprehension. “But – if you become a demigod and cannot defend those you cherish, then what would it all be for?” The might and the glory would fade for something else far more dire and deeper. Or maybe Hadama had other insights.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
