DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Whether or not Sunjata would participate wasn’t much of the Sword’s concern; there were enough people forged along Caido of distinctly different levels, occupations, and ideas. Ideally, multitudes would be able to conduct the same business and accomplish these tasks, even if it was just striving to find flowers. They’d done much similar things in the wake of illnesses. And for those who didn’t want to fight or scourge upon the earth? These could be far more peaceful notions and expertise. “We could see where people want to start at the meeting,” and then go from there. “Groups of gatherers, fighters, and so on.” He shrugged; that had been the process of his ideas and semblances anyway. “You can give that to Ru,” he motioned towards the paper, taking another swig of his beer. The Valkyrie was clever enough to hatch other schemes from it; he trusted she’d be able to put it to good use.
