WESSEX
In a way, this hullabaloo is of her doing, being the only one to object. And yet she feels no guilt for the proceedings, having made the point she wanted to make, pushed the buttons that needed to be pushed. One man revealed his ignorance of the worst of human nature, and the other snapped when faced with the reality of being placed on the hero’s pedestal,again. Wessex watches the two of them leave the basement with mixed feelings, but ultimately does nothing to stop them. They’re big boys, they can make their own choices. And she has a feeling this cellar door won’t ever close to them.
So. Back to the matter at hand.
The blonde woman quietly mulls over the other’s points - what would it take to unseat her? Who would they put in her place? What’s the best course of action? Ideas form and melt in her mind, as she cherry picks from the bits of what’s been slung about that evening. What is quite evident is that no one is willing to make definitive statements and decisions other than herself and Remi and Ronin. They can’t have a wobbly leader, that won’t do - they need someone who will believe in themselves, consult, and then plot a firm course of action.
When Wessex does speak up again, it is still calm. She faces the room again with her arms crossed. “Whether we choose now or meet again, I nominate myself to lead. I’ll train, get upgrades, and take Zariah out in combat. If you’re worried about me, put a council in place, or whatever. I’m not a popular, public figure. No one knows where I stay during the day, and so far, no one’s been able to catch me at night…” She shrugs, but leaves it at that, gaze traveling to her friends and then the others at the meeting, even the man who’s been silent. “Take the time to think on it if you want. Talk to others. But know there’s a serious offer on the table.”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
