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Deimos True, the images didn’t so much blur together – unlike and different in so many other ways that the vaguest similarity stuck out. It reminded him much of the kaleidoscope world gods had seemingly conducted and constructed amidst Helovia too, either their lava-endorsed shrines amongst the Veins, or the stone slab of a temple, jutting out between forest and vines. He didn’t proceed any further into its smoldering heat though, content to merely crouch and observe, a scrutinizing, examining figure, eternally calculating and machinating his efforts into something formidable and drawn. He glanced back over his shoulder at though, piercing gaze meeting hers, waiting for more than the I’m okay. Something in the pit of his ribs wondered if they were every truly all right, or if these moments of peace and repose were just interspersed and laden amongst potential for ruin. The last few months had been trying, full of faults, failures, and flaws, reaching and seeking, clawing and rampaging, defying who they thought they were, overwhelming, overcoming, all those strengths they thought they held. Keeping to herself earned another nod, understanding the need for such an alteration, and seemingly incapable of doing it for himself. “Busy,” he granted in return, rising from his crouch, returning his stare amongst the rainbow abyss. “Instructing mostly. Trying to stay out of trouble.” The latter was likely a lie, embedded on a smirk in her direction. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime