[SE] I know a guy

Deimos

Deimos eyed the drunk, but only for a few moments, before his gaze went back to Zavien. The unfurling of hesitancies, inhibitions, and fragility made sense; the Sword had held most of those beliefs in his life too. “I am none of those things either.” He shrugged his shoulders – someone probably held more strength, speed, cleverness, and bravery than him; but that didn’t mean he automatically sunk into the abyss and simply gave in. As tempting as it might have been over a variety of circumstances – the gloom, angst, depression, melancholy, and self-loathing still hadn’t won. “But you are willing to try – which is far more than most will ever accomplish.” And he’d always been a proponent of determination; because sometimes, at the end of the day, when all the weaknesses volleyed and rallied like a darkening cloud, stubbornness and tenacity might just be the only thing left. “You will grow, just as we all have.”

His stare went back to the door, glancing to see if anyone was coming for the fool, and perhaps giving Zavien time to compose himself (if it was necessary; maybe it was just the Warden who craved masks after bouts of vulnerability). All the while though he listened, the lightest of smiles appearing again. “Exactly. And he has started to crawl.” His nose wrinkled, amused. “Some moments you do not want to miss,” and his brow arched, considering, pondering if Zavien felt the same about some instances, or if he was far more capable of seizing those instances.

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