[PQ] with our backs against the wall

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

While they waited, while they lingered, while Remi went through his orchestrations (with great, grand luck, something he wasn’t normally privy to), Deimos’ mind wandered, filling in the silence. “You communicate telepathically.” It wasn’t so much a question, as a statement, an insight into the way Attuneds worked with one another. It made sense, in a way, animals capable of melding and molding into one another’s membranes; sharing information when they couldn’t discuss anything with their own tongues; not human, not designed or applied for languages. “Is it similar to companion links?” In that he could hear Zuriel’s thoughts, in how they transferred from one being to another. Abandoneds didn’t have the same capabilities – they had to exchange looks and words, phrases and syllables, but since their magic didn’t impede their speech patterns, they likely wouldn’t require it. The notion was still quite a feat, however, and he would’ve been glad to have had it back in the Basin, across mountaintops, coding secrets and subterfuge between allies and comrades. But then Jigano nodded, and the monolith carved his way back into silence, creating a dart-like contraption in his palm, awaiting the proper signal and location, then he could place it in the loam as a direct marker. -- Remi first! For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate