[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Finding the cutting board, the Sword snagged at the meat, refining it into tinier bits for this aforementioned stew, presuming it could boil in the pot along with the rest. Checking over the water, and setting the temperature along so the process would be quicker, he arched at the brow at the inquiry, then resumed to chopping. “Each Leafchange, we leave something for Ludo. One year it was dolls,” and it would’ve hastened a laugh, had some of the experiences not reminded him of other things. “This time it is sweets. And lanterns for those deceased, to honor them at the Festival of Lights.” His eyes darted to the modest collection he had hanging by the door: his parent’s in elemental sentiments, Huyana’s painted to look like rain, Rexanna’s in her royal, noble splendor, and Kiada’s, with antlers adorned – even if she was now alive.

Shrugging his shoulders at the inquiry, he couldn’t quite say what the matters were on the investigation itself. “You will have to ask Sah or Noah. They seemed to be heading the inquiry.” As for where Darkeye could stay – it was clear that Deimos’ house was in disarray and likely couldn’t handle another guest at present. “We have some extra rooms at the barracks. I can lead you there when we are done.” He didn’t disagree with the additional comments, but the semblances caused a slight wrinkle to his nose. “Have there been other deaths?”

Belial sneered at the glutton proportions – and moved closer to Zuriel, watching, waiting, and looming.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I