[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

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

Considering the notions and precipice that was suddenly Amun, Deimos’ brows furrowed again, deep in either thought about the Ascended or concentration amongst the molds. Likely matters of both. Capable of adhering his notions in equal directions, and still meticulous to a fault, he pondered the argument of who’d start what – his cards pointing towards Wessex well before Amun, just by matters of power and seemingly no one on their side thinking to stop her. “Sometimes you allow those of such ilk to figure it out for themselves.” He sighed, popping another chocolate out, this one of the matching crown set, recalling many in his own wake who’d believed themselves infallible. “It is unfortunate when their actions cause others harm. But I have a feeling he will run into some event that is too big for him to handle.” Whether or not he’d take the cowardly approach and flee, or if someone would save him, would be determined later.

Deimos wasn’t wary of him. Not when he had multitudes of power at his own beck and call. “If he threatens any of mine, then we will have a problem.” And the Sword could bet not for long.

Rexanna was a far more pleasant topic anyway, and he could only smile briefly at the notions of her title. “It was what she chose. I cannot say.”

The Sword being a part of grief counseling should’ve made him laugh, considering the irony in rarely seeking out guidance for himself; but he nodded, understanding the implications of wanting to share in parts and portions of people they’d likely not see again. “You are welcome.”

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I