remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Chulane’s arrival was expected, just not in this way. The beast turned at the noise of wings, at the sounds of his own name coiled and greeted – to stare upon the familiar man, and his obvious pain. The first notion he had was to call Zuriel over, while wondering what danger the fellow Attuned had managed to manifest, when the I went to a shrine beheld an answer. “Did you spite them?” For all the times Deimos had been ignored at the altars, he’d never been on the receiving end of manifested torment (save for the anguish or melancholy he could readily bestow upon himself). His attention went briefly to Zuriel, grazing nearby, a soft inhalation enough to grant her raised head, and a tilt of her skull. “She might be able to help you.” Though if it was a god or herald’s measured force, he wasn’t certain how far it’d go.
Despite the reassurance that they could still train, the General looked the man up and down, a scrutinizing predilection, analyzing the probability that a lot more pain was yet to come. “In what capacity – and are you sure?” Because he’d fought within multiple wakes of aches, despair, and torture, and none of them had been mere skirmishes. Each movement would pull. Each motion would wage its own feral war.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
