[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos The concept of forbidden healing was foreign to him – and he arched a brow, pondering over the multitudes of such an arrangement. It meant anyone and everyone could die within an instant, and something about that struck him as different – considering all the ways he’d tried to protect many an individual. He bore all his scars proudly, and he’d figure they were reminders enough. So were the people he saved, or the lives he’d lost. But instead of trudging deeper into that mire, or being rude to someone else’s faith, he bridges quandaries with a jest, a lighter grin. “Even from a unicorn?” Piling together the remnants of the target, jagged pieces of wood and cloth, tattered and torn from their serrated proportions, he raised his head to see Darkeye bring out a book. Ah, he should’ve known – a particular topic as of late. The war. So he paused momentarily, pondering over the platitudes back and forth, expression changing into something carefully neutral, stoic, and reticent. “Likely, in your experience, you know when deities want something, they will make it happen.” He’d learned it firsthand a multitude of times, from land to land, from birthplace to Helovia to Caido. “I am on the side of the Old Gods and loyal to them. Though, I do not hold anything against the Ascended,” for he had no grudges with a majority of them. “I do not agree with the Voice and her actions.” The prospects of food, rather than mulling and stewing over something bound to brew some manner of apprehension, was amicable and amiable. “There is some decent food in the markets.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime