DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Deimos didn’t need the happy features from Sunjata at the thought of Ru, namely because he still hated the whole connection and relationship, so he only repressed the notions with an inward shudder of revulsion and kept his eyes trained on the table. Waiting for another inquiry that never came, the Sword nodded instead, finishing off the remains of his drink, and feeling the restlessness stirring again. “Did you need anything else?” It hadn’t been a two-sided trade in information, but at least the Valkryie would have some alleviated concerns and worries for the future; he supposed that would be decent enough for now.
