who we are and all that we're trying to be
Were Deimos not pragmatic in most situations, especially those mostly chaotic, he might’ve had a different reaction to Ronin’s sudden appearance and scathing, seething ministrations. Instead, his eyes narrowed and he remained in his crouch, neither emboldened nor audacious, ever vigilant as his mouth moved into a slight frown. He shook his head at the apologies, understanding them for what they were worth, and why the actions had occurred, moving to more mystical measures and motions at the present.
Besides, he’d never known Safrin as a being to be protected. She’d always been something more – omniscient and powerful, potent and enigmatic.
The owl moved as a beacon of light and then seemingly the goddess herself, the sounds and sibilances dragged across marrow, to a point where understanding drew away and he was left with more inquiries he wouldn’t voice. The sound of the deity’s sudden and weakened gasps, opened eyes, and then naught more, made his own gaze flicker back to Ronin, and then return to Safrin, all moondust and fragments. He caught himself before another question barbed across his tongue, and instead, chose to tilt his head, otherwise still and there. “What do you need?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
