DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
His brow remained firmly arched while Darkeye spoke, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge which action to take next. When there didn’t seem to be any other nuances or accusations, the Sword permitted the moment to rest, removing himself from stillness, and opting to find bowls in the cabinets. Dusting them off, he rounded back to several other drawers, snagging at utensils that hadn’t been used in a while either, ensuring they were fit to use before using a spoon to dish out the stew. He passed a filled container over to the warpriest while he mulled over his response. “Then, if you want to earn my trust, it would be wise not to hurl accusations for something you have not experienced.” And hopefully wouldn’t have to.
He parsed his own meal out, leaning against the counter again instead of moving towards the table. “Be very careful with the Voice – you are in a prime position to be influenced.” Accepted. The Sword expected some level of manipulation, for the New God anglings, for her to finesse Darkeye over to her side. “I doubt she would kill you. She would have use for you.”
The soldier couldn’t say for certain if the work would be outdone – but certainly rankled and riddled with upcoming dilemmas, consequences, and actions. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was further retaliation, back and forth, or the war came early (a notion that didn’t sit well in the back of his mind). He replayed back to prior topics, and off of larger issues, for a bit of a reprieve. “What creatures are you seeking?”
He parsed his own meal out, leaning against the counter again instead of moving towards the table. “Be very careful with the Voice – you are in a prime position to be influenced.” Accepted. The Sword expected some level of manipulation, for the New God anglings, for her to finesse Darkeye over to her side. “I doubt she would kill you. She would have use for you.”
The soldier couldn’t say for certain if the work would be outdone – but certainly rankled and riddled with upcoming dilemmas, consequences, and actions. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was further retaliation, back and forth, or the war came early (a notion that didn’t sit well in the back of his mind). He replayed back to prior topics, and off of larger issues, for a bit of a reprieve. “What creatures are you seeking?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
