DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Given that Deimos constantly guarded, sheltered, and protected, he narrowed his eyes, pondering how best to phrase what he was about to say. “Then you become stronger. For them and for yourself.” And while many might have thought it was easier said than done, the Sword was an example of doing just that – taking advantage of times’s scruples, of abilities, of challenges, of training and mauling and striving to make his thresholds better for the rest. “And quietly.” Nothing overt. Nothing to draw attention. He arched his brow at the last juncture, waiting to see the reaction, even if Zavien didn’t like the notions. “Talk to those you trust and go from there..” What they were willing to do as well. With a caveat, probably. "I would not do so in the heart of Stormbreak though."
Because none of them needed to be alone in these times – couldn’t be, really, without somehow getting picked off.
As for the other question, Deimos didn’t have the answer. The consequences leveled and framed in such a complexity that he could only clench his jaw, restlessly shuffle the papers in his hands. “I do not know. It is a risk either way now.” Would it matter if and when the Citadel was finished fending off the void? Or once they found ways to defend the Tundra as well?
Because none of them needed to be alone in these times – couldn’t be, really, without somehow getting picked off.
As for the other question, Deimos didn’t have the answer. The consequences leveled and framed in such a complexity that he could only clench his jaw, restlessly shuffle the papers in his hands. “I do not know. It is a risk either way now.” Would it matter if and when the Citadel was finished fending off the void? Or once they found ways to defend the Tundra as well?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
