[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

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

Deimos took many, many, long, slow, even-keeled breaths, solidifying the knots and gnarls embedded in his chest, trying to pacify the discontent walling its way through his bones. The voice that rumbled through was calmer, if not still slightly irked. “They already had a LongNight monster come here.” Something that might’ve been preventable – with fire, with removing portals, with reaches of anything other than complacency. “At some point, I do. I think if given an opportunity, the Voice would have taken hold of Halo, and allowed it to become another fortress.” For beings who couldn’t feel the bite of the cold. Who could exist in the plains of frigid air, who could drift outwards across the tundra without forethought or care.

Watching the water boil, he leaned against his kitchen counter, placing the knife down along the cutting board. “We did not kick any Ascended out or incite violence. That was Morgan’s, and those who went along with her, choice.” He paused, arms folding across his chest, wondering just how many of the innocent were left. Neron certainly wasn’t amongst them – not after all the other actions he’d brought upon the mountains and summits.

But for his own measures, the Sword had no part in the Sea of Glass debacle. Stormbreak and its assaults were between vengeful roots and dispositions. He’d made no move against any of them – save for when they intended to capture and imprison him. “I bear no ill will upon the guiltless. Only for the Voice and all her schemes.”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I