[KQ] he will knock three times

Deimos

THE RESURRECTED SWORD

How did you survive? they ask

How long did you suffer?

how dark did they tint your dreams?

Deimos, admittedly, while still knowing and understanding the power contained within his form, was still surprised when the beast fell. The moment the shield went down, and they fired upon the monster, it careened – albeit, upon the walls, but he’d take that over any other multitudes.

“Huh,” he uttered, looking around at his fellow compatriots, briefly bewildered. “Thank you for your help,” he added to Hadama, before shaking his head. “Good effort.” He also wouldn’t be touching the titan’s hide, but they’d certainly have to do something about it in the near future. “We can rebuild the walls soon,” as they were their first line of defense. But for now, they could get some rest, and start again. It was too early to be proud of what they’d accomplished; for with so many threats in the last few days, Deimos too, felt the dread of whatever was coming next.

- until you had blood glistening on your teeth

- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own

- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams