DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He laughed at the tart response, completely unbothered by the extension of juvenility; when comfortable, he often intended to unfurl others anyway. While he moved another pile he listened, shrugging his shoulders when she mentioned she wouldn’t, but none of them had lived within the times of the Voice’s rise – just her prominent display in years past. He could fathom and understand the vitriol to some extent – but not an entire race, simply because of one stark-raving mad individual. “That would be something,” as he leaned into the theory, but doubted it. If anything, they probably would’ve found all sorts of routes to navigate, avoid, and deteriorate the Abandoned population. It hadn’t been that long ago that they’d been marching towards doing the same to the Ascended.
As for libraries, he nodded, the slow smile returning. “Or at least some history.” Which he took value and stock in, having not been born and raised in this world. “I have heard many stories, but there could always be more.” And even if it was dull, he wouldn’t mind reading over tomes left and forgotten, or snagged often.
As for libraries, he nodded, the slow smile returning. “Or at least some history.” Which he took value and stock in, having not been born and raised in this world. “I have heard many stories, but there could always be more.” And even if it was dull, he wouldn’t mind reading over tomes left and forgotten, or snagged often.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
