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Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Deimos kept the craftiness in mind, to add to another row of journal lines and notations. Good to know, he emphasized with a singular nod of his head. Flying overhead once more, and watching everything become smaller and smaller, his plumage gave off the indication of one mighty shrug. Thank you for the help. Whether or not there would’ve been other, perhaps more violent results, had the Sword been left up to his own devices remained to be seen – but it wouldn’t be today, regardless. Then they’d have time to soar elsewhere, the Spillwave Sea left behind for another venture. [FIN] the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left