I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Understandable; while Deimos was one who readily advanced towards the Halovian grounds of desolation, strength, and perseverance, some dared not approach such a formidable world. Or stay within it, for reasons unfolded. He wouldn’t pry – but it was decent to hear another reason besides those already given. No great exodus, but a series of circumstances and opportunities not otherwise granted and given, or a stoking of avoidance. So he nodded, snagging at a book, glancing at the cover, and then putting it back when he saw it wasn’t what he wanted.
When no other explanation came, save for explorations, the Sword shrugged. “That can be worth your time.” Whether it was places to settle, meander, or ripple through. Sensing either the youth intended to parse and needle through conversation, the Warden tossed him the slightest of angles. “Did you find something suitable?” Presuming it wasn’t Stormbreak, of all areas.
When no other explanation came, save for explorations, the Sword shrugged. “That can be worth your time.” Whether it was places to settle, meander, or ripple through. Sensing either the youth intended to parse and needle through conversation, the Warden tossed him the slightest of angles. “Did you find something suitable?” Presuming it wasn’t Stormbreak, of all areas.
DEIMOS
