WESSEX
Rather than reflect on how that meeting was never going to go well, Wessex looks to the future - or the possibilities of the future. As the three of them emerge from the Greatwood, the Queen sends Amun off and continues walking with Deimos, quiet while she collects her thoughts. At least there isn’t adrenaline to fight against and base impulses to squash down. There is only the next crisis and the next crises and the next crisis - for which she should be very grateful that Ascended don’t have adrenal glands because the stress of the past year might have legitimately sent those little bean-shaped organs into their own crisis by now. “So, Deimos. You went down into the Spire a couple of times, yeah? What happened? What’s down there, exactly?”
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
