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DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Reborn; and he wasn’t the only one to have done so. Perhaps it was machinations of the Voice, perhaps it was because he hadn’t been finished yet, perhaps he’d not had enough time on whatever manifested earths to prosper his works to the masses. Or perhaps it had merely been because of redemption, a lifetime of sins striving to endure, right the wrongs, they’d cast so often in the past. Samuel’s surprise said enough, and Deimos would’ve been content to end it all there and breathe not a single word of it again. He’d told Amalia, and Rexanna, Hotaru, and Kiada knew from personal experiences. But the Ascended’s statement gave him pause, uncertain how to respond as his eyes went to the jar again. Eventually, he contorted something out into the air, another rumble into the ether. “I did not realize it at first. Memories would come back in dreams.” The cycles would continue too – ancestral homes and heritages, gone to wither and decay, gone to die like the rest of them. “Not until I arrived here, and met some familiar faces.” Had he been happy? Content? Or simply disjointed, rattled, bewildered, and confused? Too many lives, worlds, and kingdoms lived within, with too many ties to each one. And then he shrugged, shifting the topic over and away. The beast rose instead, hovering over the jar, and Samuel’s wrist. His gaze went to Zuriel, and he could’ve sworn she rolled her eyes, but began healing the man’s slashed flesh, signaling an end to the monumental task. “This should be enough,” and he nodded, taking the vessel, along with its twin, and ensuring both were tightly capped, lidded, and shut. “I will make sure to have something on the door to honor your sacrifice.” A reminder of his oaths and promises, that he didn’t back away from convictions vowed and assured. Then he twisted back, collecting the rest of the adornments, piercing gaze tethered to Amalia’s brother. “Are you all right?” Had Zuriel’s mending done the job? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace