reminiscing endlessly

Deimos He listened, going still and quite again, nodding along at the other implications and potentials. Perhaps if there was more information, there’d be less of those anxious or apprehensive about the Ancients as a whole (though, to be fair, the only one he could think of with any trepidation was the Forsaken). His brow arched, however, at the notions of Danta, muffling a snort, uncertain over what the other sovereign could possibly be stating about him. “Give him my regards,” he might’ve seen him in the crowd, but it’d been difficult to parse through battles and constantly wandering back to the medic’s tent. “And take care.” From there, they could part ways, each with more information than perhaps they’d predicted. [FIN] Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime