[Training] (SE) eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

He'd have known if she was lying anyway – so when nothing sparked against the emblem hanging above his chest, he took the notions for what they were worth. Though the statement unfurled widened eyes, followed by a loud snort – given their discussion about Chulane in seasons past. “Really,” he offered in a deep, rumbling drawl, with the lightest curl of a smirk in the corner of his mouth. Praying internally that it wasn’t Danta, he persisted, the teasing measures the same as she’d willingly commit to him. “And who might that be?”

The trails conducted from the splitting of bridges didn’t seem any different – which was bizarre too – but he let that point meander around his skull for other machinations; god inclinations and mortal choices. “Sounds that way. So he will stay here until he has completed his tasks.” The Sword wouldn’t offer the layers of shame bestowed and shorn, nor the selfishness embittered throughout the discussion with the Forsaken; Kiada would understand those nuances well, without the bold, intrepid lines. “There have been other alterations with the heralds lately too.” Presuming, unless the newfound leader had already ensured his citizens were aware, that Kiada hadn’t heard the news.

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same