DARKEYE
Not the strongest win the battle —
Deimos was greeted with a friendly nod after he had hung up his lanterns. He knew that everyone deals differently with the pain here.
But when he saw Sunjata, every other feeling was gone. There was only anger at the man who took away his decision. He had not answered his letters either. He would have liked to split his skull here. But this was the moment to remember the dead. He didn't want to ruin it for Deimos or the other guests.
But his look changed when he saw the company of Sunjata. He immediately unhooked the lanterns from Isla and walked very purposefully toward her. He handed her the lantern that was meant for her. "Hello Isla. I don't think I've been so glad to be wrong in a long time. I had the worst thoughts when my letters didn't reach you. I'm just glad you're alive," he said, and the joy reflected in his moist eyes showed it clearly. Sunjata who was standing next to him was simply ignored. The joy of seeing Isala was overwhelming. He thought she had died in the temple or the Skybird had caught her. So he handed her the letters that were meant for her. He bowed to her afterward. "I am sorry for Varus and the others. You have my sympathy." He then bowed to her again. He didn't know if she wanted to talk to him again or not. But he wanted to give her the opportunity to mourn. For him, the festival was not so important. But he knew that it was important to everyone else.
But when he saw Sunjata, every other feeling was gone. There was only anger at the man who took away his decision. He had not answered his letters either. He would have liked to split his skull here. But this was the moment to remember the dead. He didn't want to ruin it for Deimos or the other guests.
But his look changed when he saw the company of Sunjata. He immediately unhooked the lanterns from Isla and walked very purposefully toward her. He handed her the lantern that was meant for her. "Hello Isla. I don't think I've been so glad to be wrong in a long time. I had the worst thoughts when my letters didn't reach you. I'm just glad you're alive," he said, and the joy reflected in his moist eyes showed it clearly. Sunjata who was standing next to him was simply ignored. The joy of seeing Isala was overwhelming. He thought she had died in the temple or the Skybird had caught her. So he handed her the letters that were meant for her. He bowed to her afterward. "I am sorry for Varus and the others. You have my sympathy." He then bowed to her again. He didn't know if she wanted to talk to him again or not. But he wanted to give her the opportunity to mourn. For him, the festival was not so important. But he knew that it was important to everyone else.
— the smartest do
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