remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
His brows furrowed in thought – scanning the inside of his glass, mind elsewhere as he mulled over Ronin’s statements. He couldn’t recall a time he enjoyed leading in the stretch of past lives. The pressure had been too great, the responsibility too vast, and the weight he’d put upon himself ensured he’d run his entire body and soul into the ground; at times no more than a silent shadow. In the end, he’d been merely bones in caves and gone, just the same as Helovia thereafter. But now was different, and so he eased a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, permitting another slow and fond smile to flicker along the corners of his mouth, gaze flicking upon the table. “I think if either of us were leading alone, it would be a different story.” But the Evergreen had ensured that wouldn’t happen, from the moment the titles had passed over their shoulders. With genuine affection rumbling in his chest, he nodded, adhering to the agreement. “We make it work.”
Deimos’ sense of responsibility wouldn’t have permitted the tossing of the mantle, but they were two entirely different people. So he listened as the Huntman described the changes, the fundamentals, the break necessary after years of giving themselves away to everyone and everything. “It sounds like all of you deserve a rest, regardless.” His thoughts drifted to Noah too, starting a family, trying to adjust to a world where they were stable and secure. Of how it was okay to take breaks and establish one’s self again, after tragedy and strife and loss and bloodshed.
out for vengeance
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