DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
At least with Seren’s agreement, that was one more individual. Better off than no one or nothing at all; and his intent would be a multitude of minds cobbling together what they had, where they could go, and anything else notched in between. “Thank you,” and if his voice sounded relieved, he didn’t bother hiding it. Discussions and public speaking were not his forte, but with their cause in unison, perhaps it wouldn’t matter.
The following query might’ve been a reassurance too; given acts of vehemence, violence, and precision seemed to center and square his shoulders, grant and give clarity he hadn’t been able to grasp in the past couple of days. “Let me check my schedule,” a joke, and self-deprecating at that (hinted at with the slightest of grins tucked in the corners); considering he was no longer General of anything, had no soldiers or warriors to attend to, and no protections, shields, or anything else to give. Choosing not to sink into that particular doldrum, he gave a pause, and then snorted. “Seems I am available. What weapon did you want to practice with?” The bow? The spear they'd discussed earlier?
The following query might’ve been a reassurance too; given acts of vehemence, violence, and precision seemed to center and square his shoulders, grant and give clarity he hadn’t been able to grasp in the past couple of days. “Let me check my schedule,” a joke, and self-deprecating at that (hinted at with the slightest of grins tucked in the corners); considering he was no longer General of anything, had no soldiers or warriors to attend to, and no protections, shields, or anything else to give. Choosing not to sink into that particular doldrum, he gave a pause, and then snorted. “Seems I am available. What weapon did you want to practice with?” The bow? The spear they'd discussed earlier?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
