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Deimos Oh, there were similarities in the things asked; save for this Ascended fluid was meant to be molded into a door, to ensure the monsters stayed out, and hers would’ve likely ended up in some newly-furnished Spire Demon again. When she stilled, he followed in the same refrain, motionless and unyielding along the outer banks, listening to the weight of other things and circumstances bridging gaps. He didn’t expect her inquiry, face rendered into its reticent reserve once more, somewhat taken aback by the notion. “No.” He wouldn’t have asked it of Rexanna, and certaintly not after learning some other information. Therein the passing moments, an instant of dread and apprehension curled along his ribcage, and he wondered what would unfold from the information he was about to unfurl. “She is having another child.” A sigh flickered through him, a tilt of his head to glance down at her, to fill up the spaces in between the inevitable. How or why or when was mystifying on its own – Ascended properties withstanding, some powers of Voice precision or control – but the expected recoil made him extend his arms, in case she required support or comfort. After all, how many times had Rexanna done the same, forgoing the others left in her lineage? He adored his friend, but her mothering capabilities had always been lacking. The Sword caught her furrowed brow, uncertain whether to smile or frown, offering instead. You will always have Amalia and I. That they were shelter in the storm, that they were sanctuaries and sanctums she could eternally return to. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime