remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos had been at Fiat Lux, had prepared for its wake, a favored festival amongst and amidst his memories. The conflagration of its disastrous run didn’t haunt him so much as what came thereafter – the Temple falling, crushing Amalia’s spine – and so when the ice (another familiarity, another piece of the past, tied to him as much as the ocean was) hastened from his palms, he thought nothing of it. But he watched for this unknown girl’s reactions, an arch of his brow entangled along otherwise nonchalant features – studying, scrutinizing, listening as she seemed to chisel her way into harsher breaths. The ice cascaded, drawn away into harmless flakes of snow, falling into nothingness.
He wouldn’t ask. It wasn’t his place. The beast could hazard a multitude of guesses and estimations, but someone else’s trauma wasn’t his to pry within.
Instead, he followed through on replacing the chiseled ice with flaming cinders, allowing the embers to rise, float, segment before him much like the previous incantations. “Again.” Then on a slow reel, the fire arced forward, heading for Freina once more.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
