they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She doesn’t know if the Voice will tell her. But she has no reason to think that she wouldn’t. Instead, she can’t help but to think about what the answer would be. Would she like it? Is there anything they can do? There was a difference between trying to recruit others for Ascending, based off necessity and choice, and while hers had been a bit of both – she wants to be sure that they can save face.
You can’t gain allies when you force them to do something, after all.
She bites down on her lower lip, arms crossed along her chest as she watches Deimos pack the dirt around the rose before a frown finds her face and she shrugs. “It might be worth a shot.” She hums thoughtfully. “I don’t know if anything can be done, but… If nothing else, I could use some more of my fluid.” She gives him a slight smile and a shrug. “We might also be pleasantly surprised.” She adds, uncertain but willing to try. For Kiada, for him, for everyone else in the Hallowed Grounds and the Greatwood affected by the blight.
You can’t gain allies when you force them to do something, after all.
She bites down on her lower lip, arms crossed along her chest as she watches Deimos pack the dirt around the rose before a frown finds her face and she shrugs. “It might be worth a shot.” She hums thoughtfully. “I don’t know if anything can be done, but… If nothing else, I could use some more of my fluid.” She gives him a slight smile and a shrug. “We might also be pleasantly surprised.” She adds, uncertain but willing to try. For Kiada, for him, for everyone else in the Hallowed Grounds and the Greatwood affected by the blight.
REXANNA
