we're all killers
Deimos nodded in response to the thank you; he’d been naught else but a silent witness, and the General wondered if it would’ve mattered anyway. He would’ve known about the debacle sooner or later, that their efforts had been scratched, voided out, and they’d have to begin all over again. It was a frustrating aspect because they had been so close, and for some damned reason the Ascended continued to have some agenda and leeched it away from the general public’s; the blight and these circumstances only the latest of occurrences. His opinion on the conflagration was silent, but she’d likely be able to pinpoint its irritation, its frustration, at another road block courtesy of poor decision making and the Voice’s surge for control, for power.
He’d only wanted and craved the mountains.
“Yes,” to the first set of inquiries; Safrin’s dissolve into the ridiculous pestilence; his eyes remained on the darker threads and path ahead, looking at lantern lights in the distance, homes and residences on the fringes, his nearby, an escape from the warring exasperation. “Probably,” to the stabilization; they’d tried in multiple ways, but in the end it had been about destruction and desecration of poisonous vectors, believing they’d found a way to end the blight’s scourge, not bothering to maintain proper vigilance on the columns, on the stones, until they had to rescue Remi and Ashetta from its clutches. Which meant the alchemist would have to be involved again. Which meant a whole series of cycles and instances repeated; the widening fissures surrounding, pressing, burdening shoulders all the more. It was infuriating that this stupid circumstance could have been avoided altogether; with more tact, with more thought process, beyond a goddess’ orders.
The Sword didn’t scream or air his grievances. He held them at bay, perfectly capable of control and contortion, layering them down when he could explode and unravel in the comfort of his own home. As for Jigano, the comment almost made him laugh; because there’d been a time and a place where he could say the same. He’d been tempted by the portals, and then they’d seethed against one another; no mention of it since. But for all the things he yearned, for all his friends and companions longing for the same thing, he’d be willing to try. His attempts might’ve been better founded, than all for power, for glory, for maddening ruin. “I can ask him.”
He’d only wanted and craved the mountains.
“Yes,” to the first set of inquiries; Safrin’s dissolve into the ridiculous pestilence; his eyes remained on the darker threads and path ahead, looking at lantern lights in the distance, homes and residences on the fringes, his nearby, an escape from the warring exasperation. “Probably,” to the stabilization; they’d tried in multiple ways, but in the end it had been about destruction and desecration of poisonous vectors, believing they’d found a way to end the blight’s scourge, not bothering to maintain proper vigilance on the columns, on the stones, until they had to rescue Remi and Ashetta from its clutches. Which meant the alchemist would have to be involved again. Which meant a whole series of cycles and instances repeated; the widening fissures surrounding, pressing, burdening shoulders all the more. It was infuriating that this stupid circumstance could have been avoided altogether; with more tact, with more thought process, beyond a goddess’ orders.
The Sword didn’t scream or air his grievances. He held them at bay, perfectly capable of control and contortion, layering them down when he could explode and unravel in the comfort of his own home. As for Jigano, the comment almost made him laugh; because there’d been a time and a place where he could say the same. He’d been tempted by the portals, and then they’d seethed against one another; no mention of it since. But for all the things he yearned, for all his friends and companions longing for the same thing, he’d be willing to try. His attempts might’ve been better founded, than all for power, for glory, for maddening ruin. “I can ask him.”
DEIMOS
