DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
“Planned on it,” he added, because one brief sojourn elsewhere still meant a litany of responsibilities back home. Whether or not he wanted company was one thing – because he’d easily point out Sunjata was amidst the bottom tier of that list, but he was trying to be better than years before; solely for Ru, and partially because the Flood had done them all a grander service in that damned meeting than he probably realized. And truthfully, he didn’t know the way through the Stormbreak streets, though he figured at some point he’d either figure it out or merely fly to escape the labyrinthine wake. “If you want,” was all he admitted or could allow himself to parse through (still not having a clue as to what Mother Molly’s was, but presuming some sort of shop).
Then they could wind their way through, back out through columns and edges.
[FIN]
