DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Precisely the reason he’d called them altogether as the plans began to form, he finished off the other cookie and listened amidst the formulations. I can control water as well, by way of reminder; and some pride in perhaps seeing which one could best the other in the middle of healing and cleansing could prove amusing. But leaving the competitive edges out of it, he kept pondering, especially over Ronin’s questions again. I am not certain, but if we can get enough on him? Deimos would be the sort to splash and douse someone as they were striving to evade, regardless. However, this prompted another inquiry. And how will we know if it was successful? Maybe they could borrow Koa and Zavien's ring. Thereafter, another idea pulsed, based on circumstances from the tournament. What if you were to knock his soul out of his body? Quick, easy, and efficient, and would allow them time to plunk the Flood into the water.
But around these measures came more news upon Flora’s actions, his brow arching as the matter seemed to pass through Ronin, Remi, and then back to him. Then, as the nuances grew more speculative and personal, his eyes narrowed. Unaware if he should be more bothered, annoyed, or irritated that the Queen of Torchline had opted to alter things in Halo due to her boyfriend, and whatever extension that meant, he could feel his jaw clenching. And a headache brewing. “I will leave that up to you, but we have made her aware that this was potentially a political and regional nightmare.” Had they not had such connections with Flora already, and by some extension Hadama’s ridiculous wheedling, long overdue, and insufficient (in the Sword’s regards) apologies, there might have already been other justified responses.
But around these measures came more news upon Flora’s actions, his brow arching as the matter seemed to pass through Ronin, Remi, and then back to him. Then, as the nuances grew more speculative and personal, his eyes narrowed. Unaware if he should be more bothered, annoyed, or irritated that the Queen of Torchline had opted to alter things in Halo due to her boyfriend, and whatever extension that meant, he could feel his jaw clenching. And a headache brewing. “I will leave that up to you, but we have made her aware that this was potentially a political and regional nightmare.” Had they not had such connections with Flora already, and by some extension Hadama’s ridiculous wheedling, long overdue, and insufficient (in the Sword’s regards) apologies, there might have already been other justified responses.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
