[God Quest] we are mosaics

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He stilled entirely in the presence of Vi – simply watching, waiting, as void crystals were lulled and turned into something far more practical than ominous for their world. Vi’s acknowledgment of their struggles caused him to nod, for his eyes to follow the tracks in gilded luminescence – and what it all meant. Protection. And how they’d have to continue, onward and onward, until it was over. “Thank you again for the chance,” he offered thereafter, head bowed, feeling the sudden shift in any lingering aches and pains drifting away. The other portions on his shoulders, the impending movements towards things again, would always manage to stay. “We will keep striving,” was a promise, and then they could dissipate, back into what was necessary and vital. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace