I can offer imperfection

Evie

If there is something she can always count on, it's that Deimos will always be there. Whether that continues to be in his previous role as General, as the master of the Militia, or merely as a friend, it's a fact that stands true. When she hears her name in his low, gravelly voice, she turns away from the shadowed entrance of the Underground and gives a weak smile. Moving closer, she hesitates for a moment before reaching to try and squeeze his hand. "Deimos. Thank you for coming, I know...I know it's been hard. And I'm so, so sorry." She hadn't known Rexanna on a personal level all that well, but she knows how it feels to lose someone that close, and her heart aches for him in sympathy.

Withdrawing, she steels herself with a deep breath, not wanting to get too off track. It had taken hours of deliberation before she'd even sent off the letter; she needs to get the council up and running, but intruding upon his mourning period feels wrong. "If it weren't for timing...I'm sorry to have to bring you here. I'm doing my best to pick up where Rexanna left off, to not devalue all she's done and the trust she placed in those on the council." She is trying to honor those choices, the votes. Those who had been close to the previous Queen even before the council was made. "I can't do this alone. And I know you can decline for any number of reasons, but...but if you can give me a chance, I need as much help as I can get. Whether that means you're my General, or advisor, I wanted to ask you first." To promote the one she wants the most first, to allow him first right of denial.

reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine

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