[se] evolve or repeat

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

“Where the Gods dictate,” came with a shrug of his shoulders, as if half-heartedly optimistic that the notions may not even occur at all. But he also wasn’t going to undermine Noah’s words, and the probability that the strongest of them would be commanded elsewhere – no matter where they reigned. At least some of the misgivings could be waylaid with Evie’s dual Warden stature, though they’d yet to discuss those associations and potential parameters; everything fresh and new in many circumstances. “Hopefully I am wrong.” And he’d be amidst Halo’s walls, protecting and defending.

But this was also why he put so much effort into ensuring everyone else knew how to shield and guard, how to fight and rally, how to utilize tactics – in case he simply couldn’t be there.

His gaze swung away from the courier, and back towards the mechanical engineering at work, biting his tongue as someone pulled a lever completely the wrong way, but figured out their mistake moments later. “I am not certain how this war is going to go,” based on movements, strategies, and practicalities – a different level of combat and strife than he’d been immersed within before. “But we will continue with ensuring Halo is prepared.”

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead