DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The explanations proved helpful at least, as his brows furrowed in concentration, in circulation along his mind. “I have lived through different dimensions, then.” Multiple lives: perished in one, only to cycle back through on some resurrected scale, purpose unknown, except he utilized it for redemption. Born in Isilme, died in Helovia, born in Isilme again – partaking in some of the same machinations and motions, and then scraping into obvious alterations when he was spun and plucked into Caido. As for planets, he couldn’t be quite certain – he’d traversed too long and too far from Isilme to Helovia, but not enough to transmit across opposing voids. “Same planet though.” If that could be regarded as any explanation.But why that information was required caused his eyes to widen, briefly, before flickering back to his normal, reticent stature. Reverse it. Travel back to where he’d come from. How many of them would yearn to go back to where they’d once lived? How many thought Caido to be better, how many thought it to be worse? “How would you reverse it?” Curiosity again, another tilt to his head, because they didn’t even know how the Voice had procured them, brought them here along portals and enigmas, much less if they could alter or overturn the events.
Unite and spread the heart apart
