DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He listened; eyes not trailing to anyone else but Remi, taking in the words, the reel of parameters. Defenses to keep the Ascended out. Age-old, primordial means that had flickered and volleyed and lingered amongst the Greatwood since they’d known about its existence. A loathing for those who’d tampered with their home and diminished their members, their gods.
And then other things that weighed, hanging heavy over whatever Remi had become.
Considerations mauled at the forefront – Deimos held his creation tactics, alongside fire, death, air, earth, and water – measures that could prove to be helpful nuances. But that inquiry had been established by Hotaru, and he nodded towards its inclinations, curious to the methods, measures, and necessities as well. “How many of us would you need? Are you asking other lands?”
And then other things that weighed, hanging heavy over whatever Remi had become.
Considerations mauled at the forefront – Deimos held his creation tactics, alongside fire, death, air, earth, and water – measures that could prove to be helpful nuances. But that inquiry had been established by Hotaru, and he nodded towards its inclinations, curious to the methods, measures, and necessities as well. “How many of us would you need? Are you asking other lands?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
