remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Very accurate. Farther than a bow. Then why didn’t they have an assemblage, a collection, of those things within these hollowed halls either? Deimos thought about asking, but the moment Sunjata mentioned Adam owning some, any excitement or enthusiasm at the idea lost its appetite. Lucky bastard indeed; lucky Deimos hadn’t thrown him back into the Fae’s pit, lucky he hadn’t been strangled by his own bare hands. Adam’s LongNight impression on him had left a lot to be desired, and a strong sense of tolerance for one of Amalia’s favored. At that notion, the conversation fizzled and died on his tongue, shaking his head, a grumble, a rumble in response that he’d heard, but had naught else suitable to say – ruined and marred.Hotaru making a great spy was probably one of the greatest understatements of Deimos’ lives, and he choked down another retort, another round of laughter, somewhere down in his chest. Stifled, he had to swallow its nuances into his lungs where it still growled, tucked behind his teeth, looking away and pretending to be fascinated by the rocks sputtering and dying on Sunjata’s latest attempts. “She did. She was a Thief.” Purveyor of secrets and furtive notes, sneaky with her smiles, and matched with Rexanna, there had been no better pair: his world had been armed tooth and nail with swords and knives, cloaks and daggers, a beautiful conflagration waging war from mountaintops. Then he opted to throw the poor man a bone, just to see if he’d squirm. “Then a Queen.” It was also out of amusement and vengeance; since apparently other people had seen fit to continually remark upon his throne. She could take some of the heat.
As if this was naught at all, he continued his work on the machine, pondering if there’d been something loosened, unhinged, when the target still remained. He tinkered around with it some more, pulling at pieces, then tightening again, pulling the arm back as far as he could. Once his turn was filled with rocks, since the edges of the field apparently had them in bounties, he released the catapult’s lever, watched as it swung forward, and then shoved the rocks directly into the earth. “Well,” then he laughed, a bout of chuckles from all the other ones smothered, straight from his abdomen. He shook his head, left only to be impressed by the dents left in the ground.
out for vengeance
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