Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
His head spun towards the dimness of the goddess; then they wandered over the phantom satellites, pressing in on the corners of his eyes until he was forced to blink, squint, wincing at the onslaught of pain, at the choking, strangling chords around his skull.
Her voice sounded far away, and he tried to follow it, to examine it, to decipher. What have you learned? So many things, and not nearly enough. The words stuck to his jaw, and he hung them out in the ethers, to slide through wraiths – he thought he saw the Penumbra in amongst them, and wished the world would open up beneath him, swallow him whole. “There are some who want to see the Ascended annihilated. Gone.” The man with the abhorrence in his eyes, that burned against the back of his mind – a vision before him now, wondering why he hadn’t slaughtered him where he stood.
“There are those who would rather see the sword or door destroyed.” He stilled, looking up, but not at Safrin, and into the sky, following something mystical and intangible. “So it does not fall into the wrong hands.” Were those his?
His thoughts curled and coiled in his blood, and he ceased for a moment, before remembering where he’d trailed off. “There are those who would use it for good, against the LongNight monsters.”
What he’d wanted all along.
Her voice sounded far away, and he tried to follow it, to examine it, to decipher. What have you learned? So many things, and not nearly enough. The words stuck to his jaw, and he hung them out in the ethers, to slide through wraiths – he thought he saw the Penumbra in amongst them, and wished the world would open up beneath him, swallow him whole. “There are some who want to see the Ascended annihilated. Gone.” The man with the abhorrence in his eyes, that burned against the back of his mind – a vision before him now, wondering why he hadn’t slaughtered him where he stood.
“There are those who would rather see the sword or door destroyed.” He stilled, looking up, but not at Safrin, and into the sky, following something mystical and intangible. “So it does not fall into the wrong hands.” Were those his?
His thoughts curled and coiled in his blood, and he ceased for a moment, before remembering where he’d trailed off. “There are those who would use it for good, against the LongNight monsters.”
What he’d wanted all along.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
