DEIMOS
The measurements of contentment and happiness buoying through his system was certainly not his own, but it did provide lighter courses for the desolate portions they were heading into. His head tilted vaguely, listening as they presided over and through, eyes still darting over the scenery to catch signs of anything beyond void predilections. As for the answer, he uttered a long and low sigh once more. Strange. I do not recall them being so difficult to find in the past. But then again, they’d been using them to try and heal one another, and he’d been out of his mind with sickness a majority of the time.
At the statement though, he snorted. I was surprised to hear Ray had done such a thing. Either reaching out from the dead or having a flower in the wand. Do you frequently get messages from the deceased?
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
