Sometimes it came down to choices and how one intended to live their life. Utterly consumed by every plague and strife, trial and tribulation, that passed through? Or striving, head down and determined, intending to carry on and continue, no matter the pain and anguish? Difficult to solidify in the heat of the moment, but thereafter, when one could glance back, it might look like more than weights and worlds, and a strong, justifiable means to an end.
Not that these instances were – but it wasn’t about that.
Deimos barked, trying to parse attention from beyond the bonfire; giving and granting Sohalia some time to escape and evade their efforts. One child screeched and lunged for her again, hardly deterred (practically launching through the flames themselves), and then the Sword was off again, long strides sweeping away. The other seemed to think he should be a noteworthy target once more though, and came after him, squealing like a banshee.
Not that these instances were – but it wasn’t about that.
Deimos barked, trying to parse attention from beyond the bonfire; giving and granting Sohalia some time to escape and evade their efforts. One child screeched and lunged for her again, hardly deterred (practically launching through the flames themselves), and then the Sword was off again, long strides sweeping away. The other seemed to think he should be a noteworthy target once more though, and came after him, squealing like a banshee.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
