remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Whitebrim remained fairly unchanged since the last time they’d ventured out – still partially in a state of ruins, with the waystation rising out of the ashes, and the scattered timber, and various, makeshift huts remaining tossed about and laden by the wind. It was another project on hold, unfortunately, with the state of the war looming closer and closer, and a multitude of other designs becoming far more pressing. Deimos figured as long as no other cannibals aimed to repair their broken and fragile community, then it could sit for a good while longer.Besides, it made a worthwhile training and obstacle course.
Rolling his shoulders and stretching out his arms, the Sword turned back to regard his sparring partner. “Did you decide on a weapon?” Recalling the glaive, and all the other constituents, parameters, and associations with elements or lack thereof surrounding it, pinpointing what Talyson had chosen for himself might’ve taken more time. Maybe it’d been narrowed and furrowed with time and application, but it mattered, considering the plans he had in his head.
And then another, present and bearing, though not in the way war did – for the present, in moments scattered, in observations, in things rankling down his spine. “I have been meaning to ask,” and never being one to mince words, persisted. “Do you have a problem with Evie?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
