who we are and all that we're trying to be
The not enough echo granted one other sigh, before he began to alter and change course. How many other times had he heard such nuances? Pinpointed either at himself or hordes of others, trying, attempting, bolstering, only to no avail? Except Deimos was a determined figure, and despite the bout of irritation, he clenched his jaw and moved onward – trying new tactics, new sieges, new abilities. Not sinking into failure or defeat, he flew down towards the sea, and shifted into the bakunawa form.
Far more massive than the thunderbird, he took up space in the sea as if it were nothing; at home amidst the swell of currents or the brimstone of smoke. All right. Perhaps a bigger wave then. Amassing formidable strength behind the push and pull of his tail, he swung the limb along the tides, hurling a grandiose display of the briny liquid to hiss and plunge over the bounty of flames.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
