and the only solution was to stand and fight
With Erebos strapped to his chest, slumbering away, Deimos could still release a very potent sigh, staring back at Koa. Perhaps he needed to be point blank and blunt, far more than he had been with Hadama – because at least the demigod could read between the lines, and still chose his current path. “Would you be willing to have a child with her?” The Dragoon seemed young and impressionable. He probably had multitudes of relationships one way or another. While some might have been fine with such an arrangement with the herald, others, much like himself, had thresholds and boundaries. “Because sometimes those are the stakes.” For Ronin, for Sunjata, with all the perils and pitfalls that came thereafter. “And yes, she does have high standards,” to which he could at least release a slight smile.
The inquiry volleyed back to him made him remember and recall all those years ago – the recitation of his choice to not become a demi, to be one of hers in devotion only, to prosper all that strength into allegiance and fealty and nothing more. No chains. No shackles. No tethers. “I did not promise her my love. I gave her my loyalty.” And maybe the Stormbeaker wouldn’t understand that either – but control over his entire being, his life, was far more important to the Sword than any promise of power. Besides, he’d always had his own potency. There had been no need to pay a higher price.
The inquiry volleyed back to him made him remember and recall all those years ago – the recitation of his choice to not become a demi, to be one of hers in devotion only, to prosper all that strength into allegiance and fealty and nothing more. No chains. No shackles. No tethers. “I did not promise her my love. I gave her my loyalty.” And maybe the Stormbeaker wouldn’t understand that either – but control over his entire being, his life, was far more important to the Sword than any promise of power. Besides, he’d always had his own potency. There had been no need to pay a higher price.
DEIMOS
