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

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The slightest arch of his brow gave way at the smile – not expecting it, given all of Sah’s mercurial intonations and platitudes thus far. It permitted him to choke back the lightest of snorts, maneuvering away from the table, a tilt of his head in perusal and study again. “I do not make empty offers.” True to his word, to his vows, to his assurances, to his convictions, keeping them as best he could while the world wore away at their edges and fringes. He wandered towards a nearby closet now, digging through several furs, before plucking one he thought might fit Sah, and tossing it over before a refusal or argument became imminent. “You can pay me back by helping with the roof.” A pair of gloves followed the furs, and he was already opening the door, presuming the stranger would follow along, the barest hint of mischief circumventing his entity. And then his head twisted over his shoulder, gazing back, waiting. “Was there anything else you wanted to know?” An overwhelming world, but given time and experiences, given growth and potential, it wouldn’t be nearly as immense – though, usually something else happened thereafter. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace