Wishbones

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster There is a reason for everything, it turns out. A reason for Wessex being there, in a normally private encounter. “I can help with that,” she says just loudly enough, stepping forward and into their conversation. “If you can somehow do better than me at getting into the Village.” She looks at the red-haired Ascended with her usual mixed feelings of indifference and disgust. Their Lady is the buffer between them all, the only reason they can occasionally (and she uses that word loosely) be a cohesive group. A part of her dies a little inside at asking Sam for help, but in the end he’s still a step above Bastien. Barely. Like a half step. Fuck, she’d welcome Rexanna into their ranks but also what the hell is she thinking, wanting to do this for the most useless Ascended ever? “I think I’ve seen about half of it.”