[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

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

Defending themselves in Halo, where no threat had been brought to them? He almost laughed, muffling it all together in a rancorous snort, chopping up more of the vegetables in his reach. “Because their last attack had been political.” Intermingling of Halo needing to remain neutral, when it never had been in the first place – not with Morgan’s insistence and backhanded schemes. The Voice’s kin coming to her aid, beck, and call had been telling enough. “Things have changed then.” Perhaps it’d been vengeance, despite Gideon and Samuel taking one another out. Maybe it’d been frustration, in this long legion of deaths. But they’d been the only ones to ever step into other lands’ boundaries and try to enforce their rapacity and vehemence. This would make the third: the Greatwood for portals, Halo for machinations, and Stormbreak for…what?

Unaware Amun was even still around, his sharp gaze rounded back to Darkeye with some modicum of brief surprise. He hadn’t known the Ascended to be of the vehement degrees. Wessex wasn’t even remotely a flicker of consternation. She was usually at the forefront. “Are they dead or alive?”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I