the replays run for you

R E X A N N A this is not your destruction She listened while Deimos spoke, trying to ignore the feeling of remembrance where they had participated in many a meeting, but rarely ever one on one. They had been friends; such great friends that the act of her leaving the land, the home he had offered her to stay in, had been betrayal. She sucked in a breath, vividly remembering those hot springs and how much she wished she could lounge in one now after such an exhausting day, but Deimos had finished speaking and reached for coins – enough for the both of them. She blinked bewildered for a moment before smiling to him and touching his arm gently. “Thank you.” It was quiet, but she nodded with it all the same, with the gesture of friendship in a strange new land as though the two of them hadn’t traversed equally strange lands before. He got up to leave and grinned to her, offering a means of leaving and she nodded to the offer. She’d certainly see him again; he wouldn’t get away from her that easily. After all, she’d made a promise and she intended on keeping it. Her dark haired head bobbed to him as she raised her glass in a salute as he turned to leave. She herself would remain here a bit longer, not drinking so much but perhaps pondering what a strange occurrence it had been to cross another she knew yet didn’t truly know. this is your birth