[Training] don't you know i'm not afraid to shed a little blood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Blinking momentarily, Deimos had to pause, and remember, not everyone had been involved in combat. While the rest of them waged war, settled skirmishes, and blistered through battle after battle, some people knew and understood what peace, repose, and tranquility meant. Only now, while they persisted and continued through restoration, had the Sword even begun to comprehend the layers of restfulness. There were those who’d farmed and pledged themselves to land. There were those who melded, molded, and crafted. There were scores who hunted and tracked. And while they’d likely been effected by the campaign, they also managed and maintained their roles without the need for blood running over their hands. Such notions had been instilled within his mind since his youth, until those calloused palms could never be entirely clean. Tilting his head vaguely, because without experience, he wasn’t going to pinpoint her into something discomfiting, he settled for staring along the expanse, and narrowing his gaze. A silent scrutiny, before notions of decisions and choices still stood. “You can come to the barracks and try out some of the weapons. See what you find appealing.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace