[SE] For all of us

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His gaze maintained on the horizon too, eyes following and tracking Belial’s movements, before landing back along the laden clouds. His features remained nonchalant, as if he’d faced any number of storms and had the confidence to say they’d persevere regardless; an individual who dug his heels in, and it had served him well over the years. Head tilting at the statement through brought forth a snort from the Sword. “That is a word for it.” He’d say the Mathair was an unpredictable, mercurial piece of the lands and Caido; mercenary, not unlike a vast majority of the individuals who lived amongst this earth. “Remi, Ronin, and I had once had to escort the Mathair back to the Greatwood. Not an event I would like to repeat.” A disaster marked in amongst many others; from the actions of Halo banning and arson and a whole multitude of other things and conjectures that they’d had to work through. Even if it had all gone well in the end, it wasn’t as though Deimos would like to renew the cycle. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace