reminiscing endlessly

Deimos As they followed his taunting, he persisted; an ease to his restless quandaries, bolstered and heightened as he surged the Air magic onward. The pebbles soared above the dolphins, before dipping down, as if potentially mired and mauled by their efforts, before rising upwards again in a quick, swift facet. Smiling, if only for a moment, it dropped the second Astaroth revealed he’d been labeled a glorified attack dog. He stilled, then poignantly narrowed his eyes, pondering over factions when they might’ve been the same. The Reaper had been a guard; though far more cruel, primordial, and decrepit. He’d yielded to some political factions, but not many, and often warnings had been singular. But he’d never been forced, save for in times of soldierhood and war, to siege and lay waste upon a vicious command. And nowadays he took a far calmer approach, even if he was far stronger than Helovian days. The comparisons weren't quite the same, and so he couldn't do much more than empathize with the rogue endeavors. “That is unfortunate,” he offered, head tilting again as he watched the pink mammals bristle and seethe. “And what do you do now?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime