DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Hence the recommendation; the Sword had once been a brash soldier too, but instruction, experience, heartache, war, and loss had cut down all the filaments of audacity and woven them into someone quiet, conniving, seditious, and covert. He typically wasn’t the first to strike. He understood defenses, both inward and outward. He trained and grew and prepared; sometimes painstakingly, meticulously, for all the machinations and possibilities laden within his mind, and then still grasped for more.
Deimos didn’t know what Zavien had gone through in his lifetime – save for this latest, unfortunate plunge, but the Warden understood death and what it took away. What it gave back. And the opportunity laden before the Dragoon shouldn’t go to waste in another ambitious swing of the blade or a bombastic dive into more chaos. Comprehension would collect in its humble or practical methods, and Zavien would be stronger for it.
He nodded at the measures, but then tilted his head again at the questions. While Zuriel snorted, Deimos thought, eyes narrowing again at the inquiry. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t enjoy the innocence and bliss of ignorance; information was vital. Those infected could be avoided, or mended, depending on the circumstance, and while they were holding off for now, given the present situation, there were now potentially two, or more, still in the thrall of the Family’s infection. “I would like to know.” If Zavien was willing to share. “And maybe, in time, we can return them to normal.”
Deimos didn’t know what Zavien had gone through in his lifetime – save for this latest, unfortunate plunge, but the Warden understood death and what it took away. What it gave back. And the opportunity laden before the Dragoon shouldn’t go to waste in another ambitious swing of the blade or a bombastic dive into more chaos. Comprehension would collect in its humble or practical methods, and Zavien would be stronger for it.
He nodded at the measures, but then tilted his head again at the questions. While Zuriel snorted, Deimos thought, eyes narrowing again at the inquiry. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t enjoy the innocence and bliss of ignorance; information was vital. Those infected could be avoided, or mended, depending on the circumstance, and while they were holding off for now, given the present situation, there were now potentially two, or more, still in the thrall of the Family’s infection. “I would like to know.” If Zavien was willing to share. “And maybe, in time, we can return them to normal.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
