head to head together

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 Though she hasn’t brought anything to write on, Wessex makes mock check-marks in the air, invisibly tallying the things she’s got to do after this. It’s half selfish and half helpful. The more she does, the more responsible she seems, the more likely she’ll have to fight him on a replacement monarch when he can’t do the job anymore. “Let’s put up a notice. Hell if I’m going to conscript anyone in to service.” They both know how that turned out. And then a shrug. “I’m guessing it was a side effect of what she’s really trying to do. Maybe she knew it would happen, maybe she didn’t. Maybe it’s just another way to hurt the Old Gods, by targeting their followers. But this is a war between them. We’re all pawns.” She is. So are the people who were blindly accepting of a brand new religion and got themselves entrenched in this mess. They’re fed stories and told to choose between two sides if they want power. And who doesn’t want power? Power kills and saves and when people are desperate, when they need to feel safe and protected or even just in control of something, they’ll latch on. Wessex knows. She’s seen both sides of the coin. She won’t say whether her choice was the right one morally or historically, but it was right for her. And something tells her that the narrative they know isn’t entirely right. Unfortunately, there are bigger problems and no time to go looking for the truth; not with LongNight looming on the horizon. Not with the blight. It’s almost like these things have been manufactured to keep them all fighting for survival, so that no one can rise to such previously attained power. Wessex is no conspiracy theorist, but wouldn’t it be just the perfect one?