it's gonna be hard, but you have to start

Deimos His eyes narrowed immediately – a dashing of thoughts molding, melding, blending, blurring in between the stark lines he’d begun to draw. Failed attempts on the Sea of Glass (for which, fortunately or unfortunately, he was grateful), and the LongNight monster, which rang more than a few alarm bells in his brain. “I do not understand. The Ascended and Morgan supposedly took care of them last LongNight.” Which was why they had asked him for weapons. Which was why he’d snarled and sneered at Wessex. Which was why he’d been left as Warden when Morgan had bounced and flounced off with Neron. All for nothing. There was a particular clench to his jaw that seemingly seared and smoldered over the rest of his frame, even while sitting on the ground. Belial placed his head in his lap, but he’d already begun easing deeper, longer breaths into the fray. “How did it get in?” The portal? Hadn’t it always been frozen over, not accessible? Were they now smart enough to adhere to those proportions too? Were all the other lands now at jeopardy each and every frozen season? And while Noah seemed eager and ready to steer the conversation away, Deimos wasn’t as relenting. His eyes went to Sah again, without the panic, without the apprehension, but needing to know regardless. “Kiada is all right?” Then he tucked away the notions, striving to set the course to information and divisions in his own mind. “Something needs to be done. We have little more than a year now.” And with no visions of violence, of upheaval, of turmoil, he didn’t have much else to go on – their stalemate being one of the few overtures. His glance remained solely for the Abandoned. “Have you seen or heard of her making any other plans?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime