DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Subsequent admissions rung in hallowed halls, and his head fell, bowed, in a sullen sigh. The stick in his hand ceased motions while he contemplated, while he recalled, while he remembered. Bits and pieces that Hotaru had told him – about a woman who’d gone after her beloved companion, about the pieces unraveling after he’d left, his part done, the damage continuing to spiral well out of control. “Do you know who did it?” And then he followed her line of sight, back to the mound at the center of the island, and flinched. The depths of his piercing eyes hardened at what could only be a burial barrow, and something sickened in his gut, curled and coiled over, barreling into his chest. “Thank you for trying.”
Because it seemed to be all they could ever do – and it only reeled in the back of his mind that these stupefying efforts hadn’t been worth it. The latter had been ringing in his ears and he hadn’t given a damn until the piercing shards had landed into his entity.
His gaze didn’t leave that mass though. Half-distracted by the other ruminations swarming in his brain (that Ru had stated she’d killed the woman responsible – but what if she hadn’t…), he missed the first proportions of her next statement, and had to rivet his stare away, clamber it back to sands and grains. “I will train and adhere to my duties, but I will not be leading anything.” Not at the head of the routine guard patrols. Not tending to instruction. Not formulating plans for defenses, for munitions, for sieges. Instead, he’d commit to normal grunt work, and that would be that – with the most experience out of all of them, forged long ago for war. "So, most likely not."
Because it seemed to be all they could ever do – and it only reeled in the back of his mind that these stupefying efforts hadn’t been worth it. The latter had been ringing in his ears and he hadn’t given a damn until the piercing shards had landed into his entity.
His gaze didn’t leave that mass though. Half-distracted by the other ruminations swarming in his brain (that Ru had stated she’d killed the woman responsible – but what if she hadn’t…), he missed the first proportions of her next statement, and had to rivet his stare away, clamber it back to sands and grains. “I will train and adhere to my duties, but I will not be leading anything.” Not at the head of the routine guard patrols. Not tending to instruction. Not formulating plans for defenses, for munitions, for sieges. Instead, he’d commit to normal grunt work, and that would be that – with the most experience out of all of them, forged long ago for war. "So, most likely not."
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
