remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos would have a lot to say about homes, had she asked. He’d lost his many times over the multiple lives led – had fought and defended them too, strived to be everything he could for regions that might’ve let him been torn asunder for that goal. But this world, with its endless snow and natural defenses, with its beauty and hardiness and every ounce of strength poured into its vastness, kept him tied, tethered, and not scorched or burnt away, whole rather than ash.So he stood there, watching and surveying his troops with a shake of his head and a juvenile grin on his features, taking a few gulps of water before inevitably returning to the forefront. He must’ve missed Theea in the crossfire of movements and motions, smaller than most of his counterparts, tucked against dummies and training targets – his brow arching as she appeared nearby, materializing out of the ether. “Theea,” he nodded, making no comment about seeing her in Halo again so soon – though he’d had to wonder what kept bringing her back, besides the guild and perhaps the fondness of friends; most others despaired at the thought of Halo in Deepfrost.
He laughed at her inquiry, putting his canteen aside by his hordes of other equipment. “Usually,” he rumbled, just to see if it could rankle at her edges for amusement’s sake. “Did you want some help?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
