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Deimos The teasing and taunting remained, looming with the Cheshire grin upon his face, laughing at her groan, at the inevitable goading – juvenile, infantile, and impish, fanning the flames. He arched a brow and rendered back into silence, waiting for something. Her lack of amusement only seemed to fuel his, the wicked conjectures of his mouth continuing to twist into an irreverent snicker. That his opinion seemed to matter was intriguing, but he had a hunch, a notion, that regardless of what he uttered or said, she’d form her own opinions – fair and justifiable. Kiada was intelligent enough to know what she wanted, or who she wanted to associate herself with; Deimos was capable of trusting her in that regard. It was just fun to antagonize and provoke. So he folded his arms over his chest, gained a stature to signify deep thoughts, his gaze wandering away from her, staring out over the mystifying hues and colors, the streamlined factions of blended arrays. “Seemed capable.” Not even remotely enough; merely to irritate, pausing briefly so the words sunk in. It was hard to preserve or wage any further judgment after one meeting – there’d been many individuals he thought fully able, talented, with many merits, only to be disappointed by their actions. “He informed me of his strengths in acrobatics,” which earned another arched brow, “and then assassination and vigilantism.” The General snorted, a joke ambling through, aware the latter was more up their alley. “Perhaps we should send him after Zariah.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime