REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
He answers her simply and her eyes linger on her oldest friend, a bit of surprise and sorrow racing within them as she takes it in. But the thought is gone by the time Kiada is brought up, and the Penumbra watches as Deimos speaks of her, a slight smile crossing the corner of her lips. She recalls the girl would have done anything to please him, to strife and fight, despite the colder anterior. Basin born, Basin raised, she thinks quietly. But he apologizes that their meeting didn’t go well, and she shrugs lightly in response.
“I can’t say I blame her. I was an awful mother you know.” She adds on with a quiet laugh, full of memories of a distant land and separate life. How strange it was to veer so far from what she’d once been, once strove for? She wonders if Deimos feels the same distractions, the changes, and wonders if it’s for the best too.
But she asks about the Spire now, worry lingering in the pit of her stomach. “And if you kill the plants with the gas, what happens next?” She asks casually, lifting the drink to her lips as she looks to him in curiosity. What were they looking to get out of it? But then, another thought hits her, and she raises a brow at him. “The Spire was made for the Voice. Have you tried bringing an Ascended down there?” It’s a casual question, one she thinks on easily before another thought hits her. “Actually, strike that. Lucas was there I think the day the barrier fell, down in the basement. He might have died had I not been there.” Her brows furrowed in confusion. If it was harmful to all, what was it hiding?
“I can’t say I blame her. I was an awful mother you know.” She adds on with a quiet laugh, full of memories of a distant land and separate life. How strange it was to veer so far from what she’d once been, once strove for? She wonders if Deimos feels the same distractions, the changes, and wonders if it’s for the best too.
But she asks about the Spire now, worry lingering in the pit of her stomach. “And if you kill the plants with the gas, what happens next?” She asks casually, lifting the drink to her lips as she looks to him in curiosity. What were they looking to get out of it? But then, another thought hits her, and she raises a brow at him. “The Spire was made for the Voice. Have you tried bringing an Ascended down there?” It’s a casual question, one she thinks on easily before another thought hits her. “Actually, strike that. Lucas was there I think the day the barrier fell, down in the basement. He might have died had I not been there.” Her brows furrowed in confusion. If it was harmful to all, what was it hiding?
and a wound in the other
