it was all yellow and blue

WESSEX

“We are,” she says simply, preceding it with a sigh. “And it sucks. There’s a line I won’t cross, but that -” her hands come up and shake around the sides of her head, indicating cognitive dissonance, more or less, “- is the hardest about it all.”

“It’s worth it until it isn’t,” she finally decides. “Given everything she’s done for me. Hard to argue with being resurrected.” Giving a side eye to Remi, she can imagine Ronin might have similar feelings at times, at least for the resurrection bit. “And when people think you’re less than human, or should have stayed dead, it makes some choices easier.” She shrugs, because it’s not an expression of self-pity or anger, just something that’s quite matter of fact for her. She’s weighed some of the costs and benefits, seen where people who once loved her now lie.

“But in all of that, there’s still shit She's done that I don’t agree with. And may not in the future. So.” She’s still a woman who makes her own decisions. Most of the time.

Laughing at his characterization of the known lands, Wessex concedes his points. “Touche. Well,” Because timelines are wonky she can say this. “I was thinking of checking in on Ronin, if he’ll let me. The Ascended had wanted to try to fight the Monsters this year, but it didn’t quite work out… feels like an apt heroic replacement without going overboard. Otherwise - are you trying to convince me to stay here?” Raising a brow at her now fellow demigod, she is absolutely insinuating that he might actually tolerate her company and maybe even like it a bit.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all