Sah
Only in the dark
of night
Sah may not have seen the Sword's face, the shift not occurring. But he did notice the slight, subtle change in body language. And he had the inkling that something had been lost in translation. Sah hadn't expected violence or hatred from Deimos. It had been his own insecurity in a time of war, knowing that with tensions high things were different that drove his statement. The insecurity brought upon the knowledge sometimes hesitation towards hatred and loathing of an enemy could be seen as siding with them. And with Deimos' history, Sah had been mildly worried that the Abandoned's plan would be seen as such. And so, feeling that this sentiment hadn't been interpreted correctly, he opened his mouth to elaborate, only to be struck silent. of night
The pain of losing someone, brought into the fold. What had Sah fumbling was the implication. Deimos cared for him? It dawned on Sah that of course he did. Deimos cared too much for his own good, just as Sah did. Constantly offering aid, advice, and training, all to help a practical stranger. It was generosity and self-sacrifice pure and simple. And Sah felt a stab of guilt go through him, realizing just how his statement might have been interpreted. Not sure how to fix this, to soothe what had to have been painful to hear, he had to try. Eyeing the Sword, Sah could only come up with one thing. "You're an amazing person, you know that?" He asked quietly, hoping.
do the stars
shine bright
shine bright
