[ it's phainon's turn to pause, his thoughts and footfalls coming to a gradual halt. and if mydeimos decides to walk on ahead, he'll be the one catching up to him in return. ]

You've come to warn us through the sound of thunder... Krateros, he was the one who relayed your message when I was still left unaware of its purpose. [ mydeimos doesn't lie. does his teacher have a reason to approach them with deceit, then? that assumption didn't make any sense, either. they seem to take less kindly to the council of elders just as much as they do regardless of how a few kremnoans found it more promising to side with the council now. ]

Do you not recall, by any chance? ... I can't say that I blame you. What you've been tasked with is a far greater burden than any of us can possibly imagine. [ — yet his gaze is searching for some lingering prelude of madness that ailed strife's predecessors as if that could be the cause of some short-term memory loss. but as far as phainon can tell, mydeimos' eyes are no different than the day he last saw them. ]