the wild screaming weight

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Traversing to Halo for whiskey, while a larger commodity, elicited a brief snort of understanding. Thereafter though, he could feel the tug of apprehension, the push and pull of trepidation making its march across the Attuned bond. There would be no pushback from the Sword now; not after years of advising Ru to not follow through on her plan, watching her do so, and then not being surprised at all when everything backfired once more. Patterns with people were easy to follow; only a matter of when. While he was disappointed for the Valkyrie, perhaps he was also relieved. She was alive. The burdens vanquished and the opportunities were not. She could traverse and roam and do what she pleased, without being tied down. Freedom and liberation for a woman who’d only wanted the individual near him, and all it had gotten her was a way to spiral. All of which he didn’t say – still working through and processing it on this juncture too. Same. I did not realize how much she had gone through. Nor how it had come about; his endless searching for someone who couldn’t be found – and presuming it was to linger, to lurk, rather than perishing and rejuvenating, renewing, into something else. Or the heart matter on your end. There was an inkling to ask further on the subject (namely the why, but Ru had already done her best and Deimos had figured if things couldn’t be built on trust between the pair, maybe that was more than the first sign), but he pressed it back against his teeth and along the edges of his mind. No rage like before; no incandescent vitriol. Calm, cool, collected, a long breath and a shake of his head. She seemed ready to start something else though. In that Sunjata wouldn’t be stabbed or have something burn down around him on this interim. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left