DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The lengthy pauses made him consider turning back to his parchment, and did so as Hadama parsed through the granted information. There was much to consider and coincide between beliefs, possibilities, and other remaining quandaries, so the Sword didn’t begrudge the Mer as he seemed to be rifling through the sagacity. Picking up his charcoal, he brandished a few letters until the Tidebreaker spoke again.
Prices not willing or dared to pay – Deimos nodded, pondering over the time available as well. They had no way of knowing and hadn’t been given a timeframe, like with the war, and with naught but a swell of trepidation and apprehension, there wasn’t much else to go on. A waiting game while trying to strengthen their compounds, their homes, their livelihoods, fighting against a foe they could barely name or understand – all of it was a hard-fought balance that he figured none of them were adhering to as well as they would’ve liked. “You are welcome,” and with nothing else forthcoming, his brow arched once more. “Do you have any other questions?”
Prices not willing or dared to pay – Deimos nodded, pondering over the time available as well. They had no way of knowing and hadn’t been given a timeframe, like with the war, and with naught but a swell of trepidation and apprehension, there wasn’t much else to go on. A waiting game while trying to strengthen their compounds, their homes, their livelihoods, fighting against a foe they could barely name or understand – all of it was a hard-fought balance that he figured none of them were adhering to as well as they would’ve liked. “You are welcome,” and with nothing else forthcoming, his brow arched once more. “Do you have any other questions?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
