[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

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

Hearing the remaining Grounders marked as ‘philistines’ made him laugh; though far less stifled, as the deep chuckle took him by surprise too. There were a number he’d agree with on not joining any council ranks, including Wessex remaining in such a high position, but it wasn’t his place to lead. “And who do you mean?”

His eyes went to the molds, contemplating, before he pointed to the sun he’d made for a friend for many years and lives. “I made this for Rexanna. She was called the Penumbra.” That Bastien would have matching confections made sense, so he applied his craft and technique to creation, instilling a little paint brush for the chocolate to meld into. And perhaps, for the pair of them, corresponding crowns.

Then he handed them to Darkeye, so he could place the chocolate in and repeat the process. “Their souls will be with the Voice.” Leaving the Sword to wonder if the efforts would be worth pulling the semblances from the New God – or if the matter was settled with them together again. If, in the grand scheme of things, those plots and machinations would be lost with the upcoming war – pushed aside for everything else.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I