remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
With no intentions of offering salves for her pride or presumptions, he ignored her scowls and huffed breaths, tending to other matters along the wall. Smoothing out a few roughened patches from boots, he listened, shrugging his shoulders indifferently at the grating response. She’d be free to leave at any juncture; no one was forcing her into the ramparts. Straightening out to his full height again, he regarded her notions with a long, slow breath, gearing up for some inevitable, prickly accompaniments. Deimos had known enough, including himself, who grew frustrated when their range of control wasn’t apparent, or strength diminished haphazardly, quickly, especially in dire situations. Having faced death multiple times during initial, trying adventures, he’d learned the hard way that fortitude and endurance were the key players in their incantations – along with a healthy dose of fortune.
But they could always sway that in their favor, when there was power, potential, and practice behind it.
“Implementing it seems to be the best option. Frequently. And increasing the length of time gradually. So it becomes natural. Fluid.” Even if she craved to only use the illusions for cards or displays for others, she wouldn’t be able to render it efficiently without substantial effort. “Show me how long you can use it.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
