who we are and all that we're trying to be
The notion about volcanoes and why anyone would tend to be near them was a fair question, and he pondered on it, on what little knowledge he once ascertained. For the most part, the beast had never truly journeyed into the heart of those boiling lava plumes and fumes, but sometimes he wondered on the flow of the magma intertwining along the Veins of the Gods, where the source pulsed and pervaded. Not that it mattered any longer; destroyed, altered, and ruined. “Sometimes people simply do not know the volcanoes are there. Might be no warning sign.” Until it was too late, an eruption spewing out into the void. He shrugged – who knew what was out there, beyond the Greatwood or the Hollowed Grounds, aching to be discovered – or if this was the end of the line, determined to wander and meander through thickets and brush for a lifetime; the expanse just a riddle, just a nuance, just a hopeful, wistful dream, and all they had for other kingdoms and lands was nostalgia.
As for the uses of life drain, he hadn’t had those particular experiences either. He couldn’t recall a time he cast them upon an Ascended – or why it was so specific to those species. His brows furrowed in thought again, uncertain of where Remi was going with the interval, but curiosity lending its scholarly attributes again. “I have not.” A pause, a shift along his chair, stare riddled somewhere on the objects in Remi’s kiosk. “Why an Ascended?”
At the joke, at the grin, Deimos snorted, loosening the depths of his brow, eyes a bit more woven into the air, glancing this way and that. “Tempting.” Another extension of jocular pursuits, of course, not intending to riddle his life-drain at anyone in particular; depending on level of irritation at being cooped up together for any length of time.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
