Deimos
The news of Ronin reverberating again, and the notions that Remi now knew, still gave the Sword an inward grimace. “He could be healed by a Big God,” like Vi, for instance, if they could get to him into that sort of situation. It wasn’t entirely dire or hopeless –
Though, then he stilled, listening to Flora. He wasn’t quite capable of masking his bewilderment, or surprise, at her ideas – because for all she’d suffered through, she seemed quite willing to give herself up to the Family, and his eyes darted back and forth between every other leader. Echoing Hadama’s sentiments, Deimos swallowed down the confusion and turmoil for pragmatism, brows furrowed and mind striving to wrap his head around precisely what he wanted to say. “Given what they have already done to you, I cannot imagine it would go any better.” They didn’t know if Ronin’s abilities would work now, given the infection, and all the other probabilities potentially coerced through plague or death. And after all of this – was that what Flora wanted? "If that was all they craved, why would Safrin have gone to fight them off?"
The vision the Tidebreaker spoke of was the same and Sunjata had seen – and multitudes of others, first reported after the prophetic and damning means floated into their minds. “And based on that dream, I wonder if we are running out of time.” He tilted his head vaguely at the semblance of destroying the relic, sighing. “Which means we would have to find it, and its current owner.” And based on things he’d heard, wasn’t someone they’d yearn to cross.
But Hadama’s agreement meant one more to their party, and perhaps more of a chance of success. He nodded again, the uncertainty beginning to claw its way back into his ribs. “Thank you.”
Though, then he stilled, listening to Flora. He wasn’t quite capable of masking his bewilderment, or surprise, at her ideas – because for all she’d suffered through, she seemed quite willing to give herself up to the Family, and his eyes darted back and forth between every other leader. Echoing Hadama’s sentiments, Deimos swallowed down the confusion and turmoil for pragmatism, brows furrowed and mind striving to wrap his head around precisely what he wanted to say. “Given what they have already done to you, I cannot imagine it would go any better.” They didn’t know if Ronin’s abilities would work now, given the infection, and all the other probabilities potentially coerced through plague or death. And after all of this – was that what Flora wanted? "If that was all they craved, why would Safrin have gone to fight them off?"
The vision the Tidebreaker spoke of was the same and Sunjata had seen – and multitudes of others, first reported after the prophetic and damning means floated into their minds. “And based on that dream, I wonder if we are running out of time.” He tilted his head vaguely at the semblance of destroying the relic, sighing. “Which means we would have to find it, and its current owner.” And based on things he’d heard, wasn’t someone they’d yearn to cross.
But Hadama’s agreement meant one more to their party, and perhaps more of a chance of success. He nodded again, the uncertainty beginning to claw its way back into his ribs. “Thank you.”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
