I write sins, not tragedies
Turning one final corner, the pair will find themselves in a more open room, with the portal securely in the middle. It isn’t fancy, like the one in the grounds, but it does the job - and for a moment, Wessex remembers the efforts between herself, Sam, and Nate to get it done. She never really thought that at any point, she might be the only one remaining - even if only temporarily. It catches her off guard and she has to mentally scramble to keep up with Maea.
“Oh. Ah, yes, I’d have to agree. He’d been gone a long time and I don’t think he truly realized how big the gap between demigods and everyone else has grown. I’m just glad he listened and saved his own ass because I really don’t think we could do this without him.” For all his unfunny jokes and stupid nicknames and endless chatter, Amun is a valuable part of Team Ascended.
And most importantly, Wessex had missed him. For more than purely selfish reasons.
“I will say that I’ve noticed that one or two super strong upgrades are better than five little ones. Better to strike hard and fast unless you have staying power..” Which is more or less the Wraith’s strategy, if she can get them to hit her. “But an army of warrior-healers would be the best of both worlds.” Nodding in confirmation to herself, it quickly turns again to an amused expression.
“He deserves a win. Let ‘em have it. I think we’ve both changed enough.” Her voice falls to a contemplative murmur, reflective and yet still strong. “The Voice and the endless racism has taught me many things about family and the power of love. I’m trying to follow her examples more often now.”
“Oh. Ah, yes, I’d have to agree. He’d been gone a long time and I don’t think he truly realized how big the gap between demigods and everyone else has grown. I’m just glad he listened and saved his own ass because I really don’t think we could do this without him.” For all his unfunny jokes and stupid nicknames and endless chatter, Amun is a valuable part of Team Ascended.
And most importantly, Wessex had missed him. For more than purely selfish reasons.
“I will say that I’ve noticed that one or two super strong upgrades are better than five little ones. Better to strike hard and fast unless you have staying power..” Which is more or less the Wraith’s strategy, if she can get them to hit her. “But an army of warrior-healers would be the best of both worlds.” Nodding in confirmation to herself, it quickly turns again to an amused expression.
“He deserves a win. Let ‘em have it. I think we’ve both changed enough.” Her voice falls to a contemplative murmur, reflective and yet still strong. “The Voice and the endless racism has taught me many things about family and the power of love. I’m trying to follow her examples more often now.”
WESSEX
