DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Outcries and declaration boiled and blistered, and since he’d withstood so many fires before, he remained there – and despite any amount of pragmatics from him, the world churned and burned along the damned dinner table. Evie had enough. Amalia had enough. The Sword sat there, eyes narrowed, breaths taken into the fold of his lungs, striving for a calming essence while everything else raged around his ears. What more was there to say? Samuel’s defenses were weak and pathetic, marring any further attempts at justification. Deimos hadn’t condemned those beneath the Voice; but had been collected and reflected upon with the rest. He clenched his jaw, and waited, waited, waited for some of it to cease and desist, or to continue flaring.In the end though, for Amalia and Evie had said enough, he would only partake in two phrases. Cool, indifferent, honing back to those nonchalant days where he’d witnessed infidels, idiots, and pariahs hoist themselves upon their own blades, the glacial tones pulsed and pierced. “This is not a reflection on the Ascended. They were willing.” To try and stop ruthless experiments from taking apart more of his own citizens. “This is a reflection on you.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
