and the only solution was to stand and fight
There’d been an interval where Deimos didn’t have anything to fight for. When all the defenses and bulwarks and fortresses hadn’t mattered, towers collapsing, pillars falling, a litany of excuses and terror to blame. Only over a matter of years, and people, had he managed to curate what it meant to have and hold. Loss was one of those inevitable things, sunken deep into his bones and names scrawled across the enamel, but he was s sturdier citadel now, with bastions coiled and collected and infused into that blackened, scarred heart.
Except nowadays, there were many like Theea, wanting, yearning, craving to help, but the seething torrent of everything colliding was simply too strong. He couldn’t, not in his good conscience, tell them all to dash off into the wilderness, to free the unclaimed regions of the pestilence. Or to fling themselves amidst Starfall, where so many of them were having issues. “You probably already realize this, but there will always be something.” At which he grinned, a little more juvenile, trying to crawl out of the doldrums and back onto stable grounds. She’d likely heard a litany of her parents’ stories – of the monsters, of the wars, of plights and minimal repose. “So even if you are not ready to tackle all the gardening aspects,” arching his brow, “Which have been difficult for us,” as another hint to not aim too high presently, “That does not mean you will not be ready for other things in the future. Nor always behind everyone. It takes time.”
He took another long deep breath, feeling Zuriel hovering over his shoulder, the eagle-eyed mare casting glances. “There are different kinds of strength, and currently, we need the ones who are endlessly determined.” Whether or not that would be her, given the latest speech, notions would tell down the road. Low risk, high reward. “Would you be willing to keep searching for flowers, while you gain in experience?”
Except nowadays, there were many like Theea, wanting, yearning, craving to help, but the seething torrent of everything colliding was simply too strong. He couldn’t, not in his good conscience, tell them all to dash off into the wilderness, to free the unclaimed regions of the pestilence. Or to fling themselves amidst Starfall, where so many of them were having issues. “You probably already realize this, but there will always be something.” At which he grinned, a little more juvenile, trying to crawl out of the doldrums and back onto stable grounds. She’d likely heard a litany of her parents’ stories – of the monsters, of the wars, of plights and minimal repose. “So even if you are not ready to tackle all the gardening aspects,” arching his brow, “Which have been difficult for us,” as another hint to not aim too high presently, “That does not mean you will not be ready for other things in the future. Nor always behind everyone. It takes time.”
He took another long deep breath, feeling Zuriel hovering over his shoulder, the eagle-eyed mare casting glances. “There are different kinds of strength, and currently, we need the ones who are endlessly determined.” Whether or not that would be her, given the latest speech, notions would tell down the road. Low risk, high reward. “Would you be willing to keep searching for flowers, while you gain in experience?”
DEIMOS
