[Training] [se] now what's in store

Cordelia can't help laughing along with him. Especially when the nearby soldiers jerk in response to his sudden outburst. She sometimes forgets that people aren't as privy to Deimos's lighter side as she is. "I certainly did. Not that it was ever a question." The hunter hums, still grinning as she knocks another arrow, releasing it to sink into the target with a thud. The conversation turns, however, and she finds herself sighing. Dropping her stance as he approaches with the arrows, her shoulders lift in a shrug, taking one back and pressing the tip of her finger to the end of it. "I mean it doesn't feel like it used to. Maybe because I was gone for so long, but things don't feel the same." It's truly not too complicated. Simply put, it didn't feel like home yet despite the fact that it always had been. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run