[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He grabbed ahold of his another piece of jerky, meandering back to his desk, and settling down on top of the empty frame, gaze going from the ceiling for the moment, and then back along Sah, a myriad of thoughts circumventing through his mind. The world was vast and knowledge, sagacity, had been gained through the tumultuous whim of experiences and disasters, and half of him wondered if it would be best for the other to simply obtain the understanding for himself. To walk into those murky, desolate halls, to press and shatter, to fall apart and collect himself again, or if that was too cruel. If the malice of the void, of the realms, could be avoided by merely sharing the notions, as so many had done for the Sword. The latter strung him along, chewing silently on the pieces of ningo, before swallowing, consuming, and continuing. “Safrin did.” Credit to the herald of life, after he’d wallowed in silence, after he’d strived and tried and never quite ceased. Just everything else now seemed to get in the way – and he wasn’t even certain where that path altered and changed, where he was supposed to be wandering. “You could, but it would take time and patience. They are not fond of Abandoned.” Not fond putting it mildly. “You are more likely to be ignored or cursed.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace