and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos had come from a long line of flawed individuals, and he carried the same reverberations. But he also tried to learn, strived to try, even when his pettiness, wariness, and primordial misgivings often held multitudes against others. Some he cut off instantly, without a shadow of a doubt, after they’d proven exactly who they were time and time and time again. Some he could abide and give second chances. Gods – he had to wonder, seemed less likely to alternate. But they’d had more time, more opportunities, more sights upon the vast array of mortals who had come and gone in their presence – probably left amused by their antics across the whole of Caido.
But the inquiry surprised him – though he didn’t show it. Perhaps Damien wanted to know all the roots and gathered perceptions well before he’d ever go to a shrine or a deity on his own – but sometimes, even then, it could only be one’s own experience to mold against the hordes of others; all different people with varying thresholds, personalities, and livelihoods. “Disappointed me,” he murmured, musing to himself as they grew closer to the towering expanse of the Citadel, brow furrowed as he pierced and slid over the memories collected in his mind. Of Safrin, finally accepting him into Attuned parameters, the vivid dreams, the way she’d sought out the void to try and stop it, the warnings pressed and extended, so that he and Ronin might do the same, sound the alarm, the fall –
“No. I cannot say they ever have.” He shook his head, eyes narrowed on the skyline. “I think it all depends on what you are asking for though.” Because maybe some components were simply out of their hands – or woven to instill lessons, a backfiring precision. He'd been the one ashamed when Rexanna had hit that door so long ago during LongNight - and never put any blame on Safrin for it.
But the inquiry surprised him – though he didn’t show it. Perhaps Damien wanted to know all the roots and gathered perceptions well before he’d ever go to a shrine or a deity on his own – but sometimes, even then, it could only be one’s own experience to mold against the hordes of others; all different people with varying thresholds, personalities, and livelihoods. “Disappointed me,” he murmured, musing to himself as they grew closer to the towering expanse of the Citadel, brow furrowed as he pierced and slid over the memories collected in his mind. Of Safrin, finally accepting him into Attuned parameters, the vivid dreams, the way she’d sought out the void to try and stop it, the warnings pressed and extended, so that he and Ronin might do the same, sound the alarm, the fall –
“No. I cannot say they ever have.” He shook his head, eyes narrowed on the skyline. “I think it all depends on what you are asking for though.” Because maybe some components were simply out of their hands – or woven to instill lessons, a backfiring precision. He'd been the one ashamed when Rexanna had hit that door so long ago during LongNight - and never put any blame on Safrin for it.
DEIMOS
