no plan survives

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The confusion surrounding Roana’s entire adventure was understandable; he was still muddled and perplexed by the spiraling notions of how she’d managed to escape, run off into LongNight’s clutches, and get herself ultimately killed. “I did – not without difficulty.” Which had been annoying, exasperating, ridiculous, and predictable. “They are not hers. She must have found them out in the dark.” And had followed her own patterns and rituals, striving to save without thinking of consequences. It was coldhearted, perhaps, to simply not dwell any further; it had occurred, she had died. He didn’t mourn her loss. As far as succeeding in tasks – the clench in his jaw went unseen, the solid, stoic features rendered back into further reticence, not wanting to go down that particular path. “Kiada and Jigano have not returned yet. Or the others who went after the call.” Yet being the operative term – faith in the firebrand’s steadfast abilities remained, despite the arduous task before her. Everyone else had wandered off into the night, and the convictions in his chest were pulled to their limit – incapable of doing anything, remaining inside while they clambered into the streets, ready and eager to open the door for them upon their imminent returns. “Yes,” towards Samuel the redhead; the apparent leader of the shenanigans with the monsters, conversing with them, talking with them, hoping to achieve something and merely ensuring others were maimed and harmed in the process. The notions had their merits, but the end results had been detrimental. As far as Rexanna, Loren didn’t even need to say the words. Deimos’ had long since been willing to do anything for her. “Zuriel has healed what she can, and we have tried to set her nose and wrists. The Voice will probably have to do the rest.” After, if they all made it. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace