on the borders of safety

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Quite right, they were wonderful gifts – and he permitted a taller stance, rather than shoulders bowed, head straightened out and not downward, glancing at the sand. He figured they were prosperous adornments, simply because they ensured his friends could protect and defend themselves – lest he be accused of becoming an overbearing or hovering monolith, a shadow in the background, threatening and ominous anytime they infiltrated danger.

The Sword watched the stars for a minute more, at the near, but distant array, uncertain how it all conformed and configured, before pondering over the wakes of armaments. “There is no limit.” A genuine smile flickered there, the soldier remaining firmly instilled in his blood – above and beyond all the other proportions that made up his rugged, serrated soul. “Trying out a variety usually helps. It depends on how you want to utilize them.” What felt right in between callouses; comfortable, easy to use, foundational, pieces and flickers of devastation. He couldn’t quite picture her throwing daggers, but didn’t say as much. “Bows are very useful, and there is always a need for long-range attacks.” He could always start listing out a variety of blade differentials, along with spears, knives, warhammers, and a bastion of others, but he’d wait it out.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I