The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken
Remember the pact of our youth
Remember the pact of our youth
He watches in silence as Deimos shuts the door, right heel tapping against the carpeted floor. There's history between the Flood and Sword that Koa knows he can't begin to grasp, but it doesn't keep him from wondering about the thoughts swirling behind calm, ice-blue eyes. It feels like an eternity before the Warden sits, but his measured voice soothes the boy, stilling him into a soldier's calm. Unconsciously he straightens his spine, hands folding attentively in his lap.
"This," Koa answers immediately, pulling the ring off his finger and holding it up for Deimos to view. "It's the ring you took to Starfall for us - the one Safrin made. It warms in the presence of the infected." It had burned hot, when Sunjata was near.
Should Deimos seem interested in looking closer, Koa will of course offer the ring; otherwise he slips it back on his finger, trying not to fidget with the silver band. "I went to speak to him- told him I knew, but not how. I think he'd already learned from Frey." Shaking his head, the young man signs. "I tried to talk him into coming here to be healed, but he flew away. So I thought I'd come to you."
"This," Koa answers immediately, pulling the ring off his finger and holding it up for Deimos to view. "It's the ring you took to Starfall for us - the one Safrin made. It warms in the presence of the infected." It had burned hot, when Sunjata was near.
Should Deimos seem interested in looking closer, Koa will of course offer the ring; otherwise he slips it back on his finger, trying not to fidget with the silver band. "I went to speak to him- told him I knew, but not how. I think he'd already learned from Frey." Shaking his head, the young man signs. "I tried to talk him into coming here to be healed, but he flew away. So I thought I'd come to you."
Koa Carpenter
Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping
Since there is no me without you
Since there is no me without you
