[SE] If it isn't the consequences of my own actions

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Deimos, perhaps foolishly, had believed they had a little time to gather their wits. In the sanctity and security of his favored office, in the Barracks and not the dreaded council hall, he and Erebos had been working. The latter was heavily involved on his father’s lap, over a piece of paper on the desk, with the chunkiest pencil the Warden had been able to create, making a variety of streaks and lines. The former had his head bent low, pressing another outline, diagram, and sketch into the page – more ideas and inclinations for the future.

So when Sah’s voice rang out through the door, with all the ‘importance’ and ‘life or death’ notions, his eyes narrowed. Wondering if this was an impending sign of a brewing headache, he sighed, but kept the other held irritations to himself. Seems to be that way frequently he pressed back through the bond in a rush of facetiousness, but his machinations were well versed in the potential carnage, and calculations mustered before either the Wild Thunder or Elizabeth could make their way within. “Come in,” and once they opened the aperture, they’d see Deimos gesturing them towards the desk, seats ready at the front. And Erebos, waving with a wide grin too.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I