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

DEIMOS

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

His eyes stayed on her, watching expressions alter and change as weaponry was handed over, content and pleased with both results. “You are welcome,” uttered on his residual rumble, before his attention settled upon snow and targets – altering bundles of the powder into rounded filaments, and then sending them to meander along the air, restlessly bounding and leaping at his Air incantations and command.

But the inquiry gave him pause; mostly because no one had ever asked him. The Sword had made it his duty and obligation to simply face forward, and not segment into the emotions and turbulence already beginning to settle their way down his spine and shoulders; ramrod straight, persistent to the core. He’d done as he was asked, and then settled into a routine – certain and sure in what Halo needed. So he sighed, watching the snowballs tumble. “Her departure leaves me with dread.” Pausing, his gaze narrowed, and the elements altered slightly to larger and wider components to start off. “Because we still really do not know or understand what it all means.” Could other gods do the same? Would they? What really lurked out there?

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