[PQ] [RQ] certain angles of light

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Another diligent portion to the day complete, Deimos didn’t dare ask what a ‘spa day’ was, but his mind was already roaming around various portions he could concoct for cover plans and plots, and then soaking in idle family time. Between the three of them, and the rest of the workers, everything was placed just so – ensuring multitudes were fed, tools put away, and any debris no longer left settling into snow. “Well done,” he announced to the entire lot of them, with all the gratitude and acknowledgments he could muster and extend. And eventually, they could all disperse, knowing their efforts had put them one step closer to recreating an essence of Halo once sanctified. -- And the digging is complete! Thank you for all the help and swiftness! [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace