DEIMOS
If he couldn’t lend his physical strength, which he often strived for anyway, there was always the weight of his words. Sparse and concise, straight to the point, never encroaching on anything but the honesty and veracity of the matter. He tucked a boyish smile after watching her from the corner of his eyes, seeing the steel suddenly pulse and reform. “There was the proclamation of neutrality too, which is a farce. Why does Halo have to remain neutral? Because it is a climate better suited for them? Frey has done more there than the Voice ever has.” Musings out loud, instead of inward, a mind constantly moving; pieces conforming, machinations absorbing and calculations rendering into following crescendos. The cold air wrapped around, plumes of his coiled thoughts immersed and crackling beside the fiery incantations. Torchline would’ve been prime for picking off, given new leadership, inexperience, and the swift changes. Safrin was embedded in its sea – but even then, weren’t there parameters set in place for Ascended? The Greatwood made sense, only protected and guarded due to Remi and Ronin’s presence. He couldn’t imagine the Fae alone were capable – considering how he’d been helping with defenses in the past year – of holding off any assault or siege. For all the diplomacy set in place, more than once the Voice’s constituents had clearly not cared about the parameters at all. “And they already have the Grounds as a stronghold.” He shook his head, rustling through his bag again, needing to find something to sharpen out of irritation.
And what had the invasion accomplished in the long run? Morgan back in power, with little to surmise and utilize, but the rest of the people who hadn’t dared to leave the mountains?
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
