[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

Unsettling, having someone else’s voice inside your head; he mulled and thought it over, a musing sense of speculation while they stilled. The companion linking alone had thrown him, mostly because he’s only ever had his own munitions and inquiries to himself – not known to any other being unless he voiced it (infrequent as it was). But not as deep? Not as intricate? Not as integral? So there must have been some modicum of control within the bonds; perhaps levels of composure and precision. He shrugged, nodding his head in acknowledgment, leaving any other queries for a later time. His eyes riveted back to the bard though, as he passed on Remi’s reverberations. They certainly didn’t want the hole near Zariah’s quarters, discerned, and likely destroyed, along with anyone associated with it quickly locked, chained, or executed. A cell was something they could work with, even if it meant strangers may find their operation – a risk they’d have to take. There could always be ultimatums and oaths issued to those unaware or ignorant of their rebellion. He nodded. “Go ahead,” the order issued, the wait returning – eyes flickering up to the rooted source as Jigano pointed, tiny dart at the ready to mark their spot. -- Remi first again! For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate