DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Given everything going on with the world, Deimos couldn’t even be bothered to make some caustic remarks – past that point after absurd and asinine meetings. Instead, he kept it neutral as well, ordering a beer and watching the sea panther again, before digging into his pockets to produce a variety of treats, sliding them over the table in case Sunjata wanted to give the creature one. Belial wouldn’t notice.He didn’t quite expect the conversation to sway over to Starfall, but perhaps he should have; most concerns seemed to stem from that entirely nowadays. He took a moment to gaze around the bar, considering and contemplating, using the time of the Flood’s explanations to take in the surroundings and people, before his focus truly pinpointed back to the demigod. “Were you not interested in attending then?” The Sword hadn't considered it a choice, but that mantle already weighed heavily across his shoulders. The hesitation, with Ru, would always be an understandable notion – he and Evie had already had this conversation again, so similar to the days before war. None of it was easy, and it seemed to be worse with every passing time he thought about it. “I do have information from Safrin, about ways to regain the regions lost. I planned on letting everyone know when we gather.” So his head tilted, taking a swig of the alcohol while he waited for decisions and curiosities to be had.
