remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He watched as the lack of control displayed itself; the wood chips weren’t hostile opuses, and so filtered and flickered off randomly without harm come to anyone nearby. He pondered at it, wondered how to embody or explain that act of composure. Sometimes it was the steel in one’s veins. Sometimes it was the mettle, the grit, borne from tragedies, trials, and tribulations, the ability to dig into the earth and take, take, take from it. Sometimes one was merely granted with it embedded in their persona, or had learned the act of overcoming, of striving, of not molding into those impetuous actions.The beast paused, musing all the while, as he gathered more of the wood chips between his hands. “Concentrate solely on the movement and magic. Nothing else.” She’d have to grow from there: eventually many of them couldn’t focus only on the incantations, breaking off into combative measures and defenses. But they all had to start somewhere, getting beyond this point.
Then he tossed the tiny pieces of flaked-off timber again, waiting to see what she’d do.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
