remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The Sword had laughed much more in the days stretching away from the Hollowed Grounds, when he could leave the past behind, when plots had become realities and the mountains had become theirs. Liberated and free – most of them were now, even if it sometimes didn’t feel like it. The pressure of war wore a different weight. So he nodded at the grin, the toast, eyes casting back to the table, before glancing upward, back amidst the surroundings of the tavern. “You have both earned it.” Privacy, seclusion, the security of merely themselves, if that’s what they craved and wanted in the aftermath of bloodshed. Too much peace was an intriguing dilemma to him too – but Deimos put his restlessness into ensuring Halo grew better and stronger, or antics in the middle of the Citadel. Without those tactics and methods, he likely would’ve driven them all mad with his constant need to be doing something. “Another sacrifice,” he granted in a dry remark, sarcastic and fleeting. “You may always take some back with you. What is Remi’s preference?”
out for vengeance
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