and the only solution was to stand and fight
The Sword, no matter which incarnation, had always been at the helm of shelter and sanctity, a security for those in his tight-knit circles, in his regions, in his kingdoms. Losing so many throughout his lives had meant he aimed that much more to ensure it didn’t happen again, or at least, bought more time by putting himself in harm’s way, as a wall, as a shield, as a fortress so others didn’t have to fall apart at the seams. Because while he might not have mattered, so many did – and those sacrificial means had meant multitudes still lived. He couldn’t save them all, and that had been many a difficult lesson, but Deimos could strive forward – now with Halo, with gardening, with striking against the Family, so that Caido had a chance once more. So those, like his own son, might have a brighter future.
And there’d be many, like Theea, who wanted to do the same. She didn’t need coaxing, but guidance as to which path might be more beneficial. In his notions, there were many, and while not all intertwined, each could be for the greater good, enriching her own livelihood and fortitude, and combining into strength, might, and resilience. “You can still swing swords,” he mentioned, wrinkling his nose in amusement, and an age-old encouragement of any sharpened and handy blades. “But probably not at certain targets just yet.”
It seemed she’d concocted plans, and he tilted his head, nodding at the insinuations. “That could work. You already know what you are looking for. There is Frey’s Breath as well, if you prefer hot springs.” Taking a deeper breath, his gaze roamed from branches and boughs to the greater area around them, before swinging back to her. “And thank you, for being willing to take some of it on.”
And there’d be many, like Theea, who wanted to do the same. She didn’t need coaxing, but guidance as to which path might be more beneficial. In his notions, there were many, and while not all intertwined, each could be for the greater good, enriching her own livelihood and fortitude, and combining into strength, might, and resilience. “You can still swing swords,” he mentioned, wrinkling his nose in amusement, and an age-old encouragement of any sharpened and handy blades. “But probably not at certain targets just yet.”
It seemed she’d concocted plans, and he tilted his head, nodding at the insinuations. “That could work. You already know what you are looking for. There is Frey’s Breath as well, if you prefer hot springs.” Taking a deeper breath, his gaze roamed from branches and boughs to the greater area around them, before swinging back to her. “And thank you, for being willing to take some of it on.”
DEIMOS
