remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Considering the way Deimos had lived his multiple lives, Ronin’s statement invoked a deep rumbling chuckle. He’d been immersed in danger, chaos, and bedlam, since he could remember – as natural as breathing and bloodshed – and in doing so, ensured those in his orbit were protected, guided, and shielded to the best of his ability. “Likewise,” he tilted his head, as if to remind the Huntsman of his current living situation. “I think it is all in what we are willing to endure.” And the Sword could take hit after hit, for the sake of his people, friends, and brethren. Or the mountains, the touches of winter, the fringes of subtle beauty and disastrous dominion. “Though I am not certain of any land here without perils and hazards.” Taking another drink, he listened quietly to the other insinuations. Brows furrowed briefly when the dragons seemed to lack a threatening presence, or the intonations of repose and serenity amongst a land where they’d been thrown into disarray and terror. Waterfalls flowing upward and sprawling meadows, likely untouched and pristine, was difficult to imagine, but he strived anyway. “Glad to hear you have some peace then.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
