you'll never miss me

It’s a surprising story, one Wessex never would have expected. She listens attentively, pulled in by Kiada’s tale of love and loss and attempts to set a soul free. Nodding thoughtfully, the demi-god tries to tip-toe around a couple of things whilst still remaining helpful. “They want to be reborn. And I assume they think that if they collect enough pieces and parts that they’ll be able to do something with them - or the Voice will put them back together again.” She sighs. “It’s how I was able to make a deal with them. They could tell I’d been reborn. I don’t know if it conveyed a level of.. Respect or what. But they put Rory’s farmhouse back together again at my request, so…” A shrug, this time. Conveying that even she is guessing at the reality of why's and how's. Then she turns her gaze on Kiada, earnest and open. “If you want, I could come with you next LongNight. I don’t think they can ever really be controlled, but my… status might be helpful in making it give up his soul” Another pause and a brief, unnecessary breath. “Not just as the only Ascended ever reborn, but also as demi-god.” Fully aware that everything she’s just said is a massive gamble combined with a bomb that may not be taken particularly well, the ex-Queen also lays her cards on the table and wonders what kind of winning hand the two of them can make. Fierce women have to help other fierce women. It’s code. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm