DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The Sage’s suggestion and idea had apparently taken off, Jigano wasting no time in executing the notions and ruminations. The Sword had noticed its assemblage on the notice board, hovering along the areas of Torchline simply because the water was inviting, and reminded him of homes he’d never have again. He wandered over the sands just the same, gaze piercing and puncturing over those gathered within – lifting a respectful nod to Remi, and then walking further into the midst. The beast snagged a handful of food, but with a whole mess of those congregated and assembled by the lantern table, he eyed it warily; not exactly his scene. Perhaps he could just take one for later, set it out along the sea, floating contently amongst the waves until the embers were swallowed, until the ghosts reigned again.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
