remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The Sword might’ve been hoping for a round of disbelief or some manner of reaction other than bewilderment, but he’d take it with a slight smirk, hiding the snicker behind another swig of his mug. His gaze roamed over the confines of the bar again, eternally searching for dominions of threats and ominous beacons, but when there weren’t any, he surmised a response to the initial inquiry. "I am not certain. My concern will always be with the white dragons and frost giants.” If they could be irritated or driven onwards towards the Citadel (the former had from time to time), wreak havoc, cause intense damage. The winter world had their weapons, defenses, and means to an end, but Deimos had always been a vigilant, heedful cretin. The Cordillera, much like Halo, brought back memories of the Aurora Basin – similar in their summits, in the rise and peak of heights, and the way they seemed to yearn to be left alone. Majestic and beautiful, deadly and imposing, and so he listened to the description of a world they’d barely been able to view. Not when they were fighting for so many lives, and not thinking about their own. “That is certainly true,” and he snorted a little – the rain had dampened much of the scenery. “Do the dragons trouble either of you?” Perhaps not in power or demolition, for they all knew both Ronin and Remi were capable of demolition, but by mere presence.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
