[ when night never falls, their days blend with ongoing sunlight, but phainon is aware of how long it's been. aglaea's threads are limited to the expanse of okhema; even with the teleslates, he wouldn't be able to bug mydeimos as much even if he wanted to. just kremnoan thunderclaps, a one-sided mode of communication, and nothing else. so phainon receives his gaze just fine; his is particularly probing, aware of the many ways he's able to approach this. he wonders which would be better received: something light-hearted and boyishly nonsensical, ultimately sweeping everything else under the rug in favor of harmless fun or — ]

Mention the 'next life' the way you have, and anyone would loathe to no longer have the luxury of time to spend with you. [ despite his voice lowered to prevent eavesdroppers, there's a cheeky grin spread across his face now, some sort of mask to dampen the oddly heartfelt delivery of something so stupidly solemn. ]

Regardless, [ back to his usual range now, like what was previously conveyed needn't be so readily processed. ] we're bound to encounter one another on the battlefield soon enough, once we've returned to Amphoreus anyway. [ not to issue the killing blow that'll supposedly send mydeimos to the afterlife. permanently, for once. surely, aglaea wouldn't just let the demigod of strife handle the flame reaver on his own once informed. but he's aware of that, right. ]

For now, especially since we will be here for some time, I'll have to ensure you don't lose your touch.