DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He kept his attention not on her, but on the shell; using it as a distraction as he turned and twisted in various directions: a restless mind kept busy by simplistic torrents while his machinations ran wild. Life had, unfortunately, taught him not to trust many. Brethren at arms, when they were together in the same flanking order, rushing forward to meet an adversary, were kindred spirits. Family, when they lived, were portions of faith and belief and adherence. But he’d lost so many that it simply became easier to glance at the world and presume it meant harm; either through manipulations, danger, treachery, deceit, lies upon lies upon lies, or the cunning of opponents, of enemies, coming to strike them all apart.
So she could offer her little vows of silence – but for how long? He didn’t know her, not really. A child of Safrin and Ronin. Young, impressionable, wanting to show realms and sovereignties what she was made of.
And while Seren might have trusted him, and he’d hold to his convictions, and the walls of a portal could be safe – what about the rest of the earth? Suspicion held him very still, even while the shell was not. “And outside of here?”
So she could offer her little vows of silence – but for how long? He didn’t know her, not really. A child of Safrin and Ronin. Young, impressionable, wanting to show realms and sovereignties what she was made of.
And while Seren might have trusted him, and he’d hold to his convictions, and the walls of a portal could be safe – what about the rest of the earth? Suspicion held him very still, even while the shell was not. “And outside of here?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
