DEIMOS
Deimos waved to a few passing by – nodding in solidarity of the non-participating witnesses. He was certain he’d be hearing multitudes from Erebos on the way home, in an endless barrage of inquiries (much like Noah was receiving now). Ensuring the youth was secure, the Sword shrugged his shoulders towards the Sentinel; not the least bit surprised by the string of questions - clearly a daily occurrence. “Apologies. We did not get to see it last year.” Erebos would’ve been a scarcely a toddler, and much less equipped for the attention span required, and they’d been in the middle of a warframe; the Sword hadn’t been tempted to meander and stray too far from home (unless it was barraging Starfall). “Good luck.” It ought to be entertaining, nonetheless.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
