and the only solution was to stand and fight
Then it would be much the same – wouldn’t it? Learning nothing, achieving nothing, brick by brick until she received the end of her days by some impulsive attribute; unless something altered and changed in her mindset. But it wouldn’t be for Deimos, nor anyone else to manage for her – he’d done his part, and if she chose not to listen, then that was her dilemma. He shrugged in return; entirely unsurprised at her lack of awareness or argument in return. Nothing and nothing once more.
The loss of her job equated to an arch of his brow, but he could understand the meaning behind it. Danta clearly hadn’t been appeased in the aftermath either. Accountability and ownership of actions had multitudes to do with everything shambling and pressing in around the Ancient, but if she were only to settle into the repetitive arguments, then it would be her loss time and time again. “As you should. Good luck with your tactics.” There’d been no groveling on his end either; he hadn’t even addressed Dahlia. She would’ve known, had she stayed. He turned away from her, not even bothering to look her way, or at the mockery of a bow; not worth the dismissal or exchange any longer.
From there, he repelled the pebble upwards, and then reclaimed it within a matter of moments, watching it scrape across the landscape and the air, before returning to his hand. Grasping back at the cage, with the rather quiet void creature contained within, he’d begin to make the journey home, with more to tell the Evergreen.
{FIN}
The loss of her job equated to an arch of his brow, but he could understand the meaning behind it. Danta clearly hadn’t been appeased in the aftermath either. Accountability and ownership of actions had multitudes to do with everything shambling and pressing in around the Ancient, but if she were only to settle into the repetitive arguments, then it would be her loss time and time again. “As you should. Good luck with your tactics.” There’d been no groveling on his end either; he hadn’t even addressed Dahlia. She would’ve known, had she stayed. He turned away from her, not even bothering to look her way, or at the mockery of a bow; not worth the dismissal or exchange any longer.
From there, he repelled the pebble upwards, and then reclaimed it within a matter of moments, watching it scrape across the landscape and the air, before returning to his hand. Grasping back at the cage, with the rather quiet void creature contained within, he’d begin to make the journey home, with more to tell the Evergreen.
{FIN}
DEIMOS
