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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Quiet again while being immersed in inquiries, the Sword remained unbothered. At least the other man’s temper seemed to have dimmed, and he was capable of taking assurances, sagacity, and advice; there had often been those far too eager to grate against the bones and enamel of a world they knew nothing about, instigating derision and sedition immediately. Deimos had always thought it best to survey, to learn, to gather information and intel, before seething towards an opponent, or some other outlier in this case. Folding his arms over his chest again, the crackers long since finished while Sah uttered his thoughts, the beast forged onward again, the rumble ricocheting through the parlor. “We are not held in high regard.” Because Outlanders hadn’t been – new and fresh, ignorant and misguided – yearning to change and alter things before they knew or comprehended the worlds and voids before them. “But in my experience, most Naturals are willing to guide those ready to listen.” He’d had many willing and able to help, to aid, to provide some assistance – and then he’d been capable of returning it, of exchanging those parallels. The last portion nearly made the monolith snort – mostly because of where they stood, and the role he represented. “I can train you.” Hoards of incantations, enchantments, and abilities were at his disposal, mastered and infinite, and he’d always extended a modicum of their strengths into establishing others’ dominions. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace