in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"On that we can agree," Danta murmurs with a somewhat sardonic smile; let the void flora and fauna do their thing, as long as it's nowhere near the Inner Quarter or the base he's setting up here. Or in any of the other settled lands, he supposes, given that best friend Deimos is sitting right next to him. As for how the infection seems to be spreading among life on Caido, the Maverick wrinkles his nose.
"Spores, a virus, magic?" he guesses, sighing and drumming his fingers against his cup. "I suppose someone affiliated with Frey might be able to ask. They would know, you'd think." Alas, it isn't something Dygra would be interested in, that he can say for certain.
Scoffing his agreement about Dahlia and her apparent dislike of their respective regions, Danta lifts his cup and offers it out to clink against the Sword's. "I'll fucking drink to that."
"Spores, a virus, magic?" he guesses, sighing and drumming his fingers against his cup. "I suppose someone affiliated with Frey might be able to ask. They would know, you'd think." Alas, it isn't something Dygra would be interested in, that he can say for certain.
Scoffing his agreement about Dahlia and her apparent dislike of their respective regions, Danta lifts his cup and offers it out to clink against the Sword's. "I'll fucking drink to that."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
