DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The Sword would never presume he was in any good standing – but smiled, with relief and pride, as she appeared. “Thank you. You are looking well.” Because she was – far more recovered than the last time he’d seen her. And though he hadn’t meant the tournament or his involvement to be a demonstration or garner much attention, not inclined to be overt in his actions unless it was required, that seemed to have failed. Back-to-back battles with multiple demigods had necessitated some form of skillful maneuvering, especially after the loss of amplified fortune.
Though he had to laugh at her grin and rapt assessment. “Precisely,” he rumbled, acknowledging the heart of the matter with a nod of his head. Far be it from him to ever want to give an enemy an advantage. “But I would not want them to fall into the wrong hands,” he implied – because he could imagine such a scenario where he’d been felled, gloves snagged and taken again, by others not involved in a tournament, or as willing to return them as Ronin. “Would it be possible?”
Though he had to laugh at her grin and rapt assessment. “Precisely,” he rumbled, acknowledging the heart of the matter with a nod of his head. Far be it from him to ever want to give an enemy an advantage. “But I would not want them to fall into the wrong hands,” he implied – because he could imagine such a scenario where he’d been felled, gloves snagged and taken again, by others not involved in a tournament, or as willing to return them as Ronin. “Would it be possible?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
