remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Too much, too soon, and the notion that he’d have to put personal quests and catalysts on the backburner again stung. It had been a goal on the horizon, keeping him tethered, anchored, to the ground, instead of falling and spiraling into the angles of anguish, the depths of despair. Something he could to ease the pain for everyone involved – and his opportunity was crushing, dissolving, disappearing under the weight of too many other figments. The list labored on, and Deimos wondered just how far he could stretch himself to accomplish all of it, and still hone in on the wake of what he strived to accomplish. His fingers slowly flexed into a balled fist, tightly clenched, and then back out again, breath composed in a very noticeable, distinct control, fighting to find something to settle himself within. “I can try to do whatever is necessary.” And once again, ignore the potential of his limitations. With no more mention of the other task he’d chosen, far into the future based on an entire mess of trivialties and likely distractions, deterrents, along the way, his concentration could hone in on the bizarre nature of the shifted topic. Neron the poor Warden, but grand conversationalist. An arch lingered on the edges of his brow again, specious and contemplative, half-entertained by a distinct feeling of evasion. Mostly because he frequented the same tactic, and the Sword suspected Morgan was maneuvering around something else altogether. “Amusing,” he recited, and he glanced back at the supposed bartender again, as if the monolith couldn’t quite fathom the idea – but then again, probably similar aspects could be said for him. Deimos contorted another semblance of a diversion, another drink and swallow from his glass, before placing it back down, eyes intending to catch hers. “Has he altered your opinion of the Ascended?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
