who we are and all that we're trying to be
Control was one of the few things Deimos completely understood. The need, the drive, the compulsion for it, and the distinct feeling of it gathered in between veins, flesh, and bone – or none at all, ever-fleeting and vacant. Something he’d strived for in life, to catch composure in all its forms amongst his teeth and never let go; but even his locked jaw scraped away granules every once in a while, and the semblances thereafter could be just as extreme, deadly, and lethal.
Like burning buildings simply out of rage, vengeance, and distaste.
His mind focused and adhered on Sah’s particulars, nodding at the notions. “We can start with the telekinesis then,” since it seemed to be the weaker of the two. The lightning could come later, when he’d built up some stamina.
Thereafter, the Sword concocted a rock in his hands – earthen incantations binding fluidly, into lighter compactions of dirt, soil, and sod, then gently tossed it down at the snow, so that it landed in front of Sah’s feet. “Lift it.” A test to see if he could, how far, and for how long. Simplistic to start.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
