remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos was only acutely aware of some of the Ascended’s powers in their making and reshaping, could ascertain her knowledge with a shrug. Perhaps he’d rather not know. Perhaps he craved to have all the wisdom and sagacity, just in case anything else should come to pass. But for now the roll of his shoulders transpired and transferred, hands aching to do something else besides meander and legs no longer intending to just stand there, meandering towards one of the targets and putting it back in amongst the line-up while they continued their discussion. The notion of the Voice granting something that would make the Ascended more in Rexanna’s lines and details caused the arching of his brow again – somewhat in disbelief, granted his limited experience in the Voice’s threshold, and any other information he’d ever been told. “Would she?” For all he’d understood, the manifested goddess was perfectly content in allowing her children to run rampant amongst and amidst destruction, no matter the cost.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
