Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“Not necessarily. Think we just happen to be lucky.” He hadn’t heard of any other circumstances, but instances may not have been reported either. The Sword rarely put such matters out of the range of possibility – this was Caido, after all, and sometimes there were no explanations for immense or strange circumstances. His brow arched at the sentiments of ghost stories though, a small inkling of a smile appearing in the corner of his mouth, especially as the villis simply died and dwindled into nothing. “Mm. Always some legend from another war,” and his gaze tracked to where the barrows were off in the distant hills. “Perhaps there was much to be vengeful about.” Gods knew he was petty enough.That Hadama had delivered the Grounds news of the events caused a brief nod, a long breath extended as naught else seemed to be amiss presently. “True.” Relief was a strange concept once more, but it’d eventually settle, hopefully far deeper than the weights of everything else. Snorting, he shrugged his shoulders, gaze eventually landing back upon the Ancient. “Since I do not have to upgrade any gas masks at present, did you still want a bag of holding?”
