and the only solution was to stand and fight
Ignorant of the warring emotions etching their way through the Dragoon, his gaze could only drift back and forth between the swaying vines, cawing birds, and Koa himself; maintaining his own neutral disposition as the words were summoned. He hid his own grimace – an inward thing that would’ve gone with a shake of his head or the betraying glimpse of a wince. If a long sigh struck a chord within his lungs, he didn’t grant it any special bombardment, mind striving how to best answer the inquiry and statement without all the baggage behind it.
The Sword had grown up with vengeful deities - or the ones that remained non-existent; stone monuments and testaments to a world broadened with decimation and demolition. Had never given himself over to them. Had never bowed his head to their prowess. It had only been in Caido where he'd assimilated at all.
Perhaps Koa had never heard of Sunjata’s, or even Ronin’s, plight amidst the herald, when granting and giving something so potent and powerful as their love. Deimos had always considered it a very weighty thing; whole and encompassing, and it was why he’d never permitted it to be extended with chains. Why he’d never become a demigod. Why he’d walked those lines and proven himself in different demeanors and statures. But not everyone could, would, or should have done so in the same regard, and as he surveyed and listened to the Stormbreaker, he started with the most simplistic portions he could muster. “Do you understand what that could encompass?”
The Sword had grown up with vengeful deities - or the ones that remained non-existent; stone monuments and testaments to a world broadened with decimation and demolition. Had never given himself over to them. Had never bowed his head to their prowess. It had only been in Caido where he'd assimilated at all.
Perhaps Koa had never heard of Sunjata’s, or even Ronin’s, plight amidst the herald, when granting and giving something so potent and powerful as their love. Deimos had always considered it a very weighty thing; whole and encompassing, and it was why he’d never permitted it to be extended with chains. Why he’d never become a demigod. Why he’d walked those lines and proven himself in different demeanors and statures. But not everyone could, would, or should have done so in the same regard, and as he surveyed and listened to the Stormbreaker, he started with the most simplistic portions he could muster. “Do you understand what that could encompass?”
DEIMOS
