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Deimos He smiled then, gave no doubt to her strength, a pulse of strength, might, and reassurance beating through their attuned connections, before his eyes went back to the water. The core of their familial values always seemed to strain towards protection, who could shield, who could defend, who could rapaciously carve their entities through maelstroms and storms, indifferent to how their bodies were mutilated in the process. They’d all been hurt, they’d all been broken, and they still came to conquer, to fight, to brandish some edge of their fortified hearts. Stubborn, tenacious, and obstinate, often learned through experience, to rise again and again and again no matter how many times they’d been thrown into the rocks and shoal. So Kiada would do as she said – the Sword had no semblance of uncertainty or apprehension towards the Harpy. Deimos caught her raised brow before the inquiry assaulted; he’d been of the same, opening the door more than once, guilty as charged. The first had been for Cera, to race along with Remi and recover the Golden Prince’s broken, maligned form, and the second had been for her mother, Rexanna’s battered, impaled form, and all the anguish that had followed with it. He wrinkled his nose in a juvenile, impish accord. “No.” But she’d be able to take that with a grain of salt, knowing full well their capabilities of holding back on those insinuations, depending on the circumstance. He tilted his head, stare rendered along the hues from these angles. “I asked Safrin to help with a door to block monsters.” He shrugged, the monumental weight of what was required of it still laced and layered over shoulders. Whether or not it would help would remain to be seen. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime