DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Remaining standing, a restless sort of edge coiling into his spine, into his presence, yearning to pace the floor. Instead, he chiseled his way into a formidable, monolithic statue, barely inclining his head, listening. “Perhaps he believes I can do something about it.” He didn’t know, couldn’t say, had no ability to read Oliver’s mind (saved for Attuned adornments) and other than the constant, looming apprehension unfurling from the blacksmith, the younger man had always confused him. “Or wanted more to know.” A shrug of his shoulders indicated naught more – the layers and lacquer behind the nuances and notions still a variable, still an unknown.
As far as Morgan’s other response, he extended a swift nod. “Yes. I had a similar conclusion, and informed Oliver that had the roles been reversed, I am certain we would be doing the same.” If the Order was hunting Attuned, Abandoned, or Accepted; running their efforts through whatever means necessary – but they weren’t, as far as he was aware, and so there they remained, poised in this bizarre whirlwind.
As far as Morgan’s other response, he extended a swift nod. “Yes. I had a similar conclusion, and informed Oliver that had the roles been reversed, I am certain we would be doing the same.” If the Order was hunting Attuned, Abandoned, or Accepted; running their efforts through whatever means necessary – but they weren’t, as far as he was aware, and so there they remained, poised in this bizarre whirlwind.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
