DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
There was a mutual understanding of some of the argument and debate – but the timeline pressed against any and all nerves, leaving them with less opportunities and more scavenging than thoughtful credentials. His stare went right back to Elizabeth, eyes narrowed, equally stoic, if not a little disappointed in her conduct. He’d certainly never been disrespectful or rude to her; so the calculations persisted. “They are already aware.” Elizabeth’s own lack of caring about either her life, Sah’s, or his family’s grated on the Sword’s nerves – a completely different outlook he’d had on the therapist. Weren’t they supposed to be empathetic? “Time is not on our side with this. If we give it back now, the risk of someone being mauled is alleviated – and we will have more opportunities.”
Starfall wasn’t entirely out of the question – just not something he’d wanted on his plate for the moment. He opened his mouth to insinuate more, but Sah continued, and Deimos took a long, deep breath, striving to bottle down the stress, apprehension, trepidations, and irritations running rampant through his skull, for weeks on end now. His head tilted, listening, pondering on the opposing suggestion. “It may be too late for negotiations, given how everything has turned out. But I am willing to go that route. It will give us more time to think on potential offerings, if that is a feasible thing, as well.” He nodded, solidifying the sentiments. “So it is not giving in – but a tactical retreat.” Because even in the midst of war, win or lose, there were instances that weren’t going to go according to plan, and decisions needed to be made on less bravado, more thought.
Jotting down some notes again, he continued on these merits. “Return the bird, with the caveat of discussions about reasonable transfers in the future. I will also warn all the other leaders about Stormbreak’s threats.” His brow arched, glancing between both. If they didn't adhere to the junctures, Deimos wasn't sure how much more he could do for them.
From there, they could all disperse, with clear endeavors to pursue.
[FIN]
Starfall wasn’t entirely out of the question – just not something he’d wanted on his plate for the moment. He opened his mouth to insinuate more, but Sah continued, and Deimos took a long, deep breath, striving to bottle down the stress, apprehension, trepidations, and irritations running rampant through his skull, for weeks on end now. His head tilted, listening, pondering on the opposing suggestion. “It may be too late for negotiations, given how everything has turned out. But I am willing to go that route. It will give us more time to think on potential offerings, if that is a feasible thing, as well.” He nodded, solidifying the sentiments. “So it is not giving in – but a tactical retreat.” Because even in the midst of war, win or lose, there were instances that weren’t going to go according to plan, and decisions needed to be made on less bravado, more thought.
Jotting down some notes again, he continued on these merits. “Return the bird, with the caveat of discussions about reasonable transfers in the future. I will also warn all the other leaders about Stormbreak’s threats.” His brow arched, glancing between both. If they didn't adhere to the junctures, Deimos wasn't sure how much more he could do for them.
From there, they could all disperse, with clear endeavors to pursue.
[FIN]
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
