[Training] more than the catastrophes too

We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be

Deimos? Feeling or showing emotions during any figment of battle? Oh no, that wouldn’t be happening.

Too much experience in encasing, shelling, and warding himself off – stone and stone and stone, a marble countenance betraying nothing underneath the interlaced fixtures of absolute reticence – ensured there was no outward betrayal. No zeal of anger. No rise of vehemence. It lingered in his bones, in his flesh, in his mind, but not in the movements or motions. Practice in undermining techniques had long since been instilled, layered and lacquered upon him since he was a youth holding his wooden blade.

So Deimos gave her naught but executed movement. His sword caught hers on its wayward trip towards his left shoulder, and then he cut downward, intending to push and shove her armament away on strength and might, and then slash towards her hips.

DEIMOS

Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts