DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
His eyes went to the stew, watching it boil and rumble, extending the heat and prolonging its temperature so that it may be the fuel and ichor to his irritation, rather than anything or anyone else. A snort followed through on Darkeye’s lack of agreement, indifferent and nonchalant at the thought, because the other man hadn’t lived it. “I do not understand your meaning,” to the last bit, brows furrowing slightly again, struggling to decipher what he was declaring.
As for grudges, the Sword could readily admit that. Rancor, grievances, and bitterness had been the way of life in Helovia, animosity tightly bound to nearly every individual just as much as their bones and blood. Isilme had been much worse. “I bear experience and memories. Do you expect me to forget and forgive all of the Voice’s crimes and transgressions?”
As for grudges, the Sword could readily admit that. Rancor, grievances, and bitterness had been the way of life in Helovia, animosity tightly bound to nearly every individual just as much as their bones and blood. Isilme had been much worse. “I bear experience and memories. Do you expect me to forget and forgive all of the Voice’s crimes and transgressions?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
