yet my blood renders me a King
Sah arrived and sat beside Tal, listening silently as Deimos spoke. He knew that they'd fucked up, that was undeniable. Still, it felt wrong to see the courier so unsure of himself. Hearing him speak the first bit of his name was a surprise and suddenly it clicked for him just what Tal had been trying to do.
Feeling a surge of gratitude, Sah reached out and placed a firm hand on Tal's shoulder in a show of solidarity, and maybe even a hint of protectiveness. Eyes turned to Deimos he answered, "I know we messed up. Arguing childishly put everyone in unnecessary danger. It will not happen again."
They could have easily gotten everyone and themselves killed by being so distracted and uncooperative. it was afterward that that fact truly hit Sah. He could make the argument that adrenaline, pettiness, and all other manner of excuses. But they were just that, excuses.
Sah nodded at Tal briefly as he added to Deimos, "We've already made up to a degree as well." A night of vodka did wonders for bonding after all.
Feeling a surge of gratitude, Sah reached out and placed a firm hand on Tal's shoulder in a show of solidarity, and maybe even a hint of protectiveness. Eyes turned to Deimos he answered, "I know we messed up. Arguing childishly put everyone in unnecessary danger. It will not happen again."
They could have easily gotten everyone and themselves killed by being so distracted and uncooperative. it was afterward that that fact truly hit Sah. He could make the argument that adrenaline, pettiness, and all other manner of excuses. But they were just that, excuses.
Sah nodded at Tal briefly as he added to Deimos, "We've already made up to a degree as well." A night of vodka did wonders for bonding after all.
Sah
