DEIMOS
Maybe Deimos presumed, given how things worked in Caido, that taking a region involved more than a hope and a prayer. Sort of wasn’t the most confident boosting, and he was left arching his brow through her entire speech. “That is fine,” it would be safer not knowing, at this rate. His involvement would be low and minimal – granting and giving advice – with no threat to his own region and citizens. “You should gain every advantage you can in the meantime.” Training, shifts, figuring out how to parse through particulars, outlining more than concepts and lines, but direct pathways to victory. Dahlia and the Family, especially since they didn’t know how many existed, were an ominous outlier. “Have you heard of their weaknesses?” He couldn’t recall how involved she might’ve been in the previous interim and discoveries.
And at least she could be honest – the possibility of her living a second time seemed minimal. “Laying low while gathering your people will be for the best. Perhaps an area not frequented often.” Or even outside of Stormbreak itself – because while they’d plotted in bakery basements within the Grounds, plans had been more in the forefront for rebellion entirely out of range. And maybe much less suspicious.
And at least she could be honest – the possibility of her living a second time seemed minimal. “Laying low while gathering your people will be for the best. Perhaps an area not frequented often.” Or even outside of Stormbreak itself – because while they’d plotted in bakery basements within the Grounds, plans had been more in the forefront for rebellion entirely out of range. And maybe much less suspicious.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
