power comes in many flavors

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 are numerous trade-offs she made, and almost all of them have ended up being beneficial to her. The few regrets she keeps tucked close to her heart - they would never see the light of day in a Launceleyn’s company. The ex-Queen simply nods with a little affirmative smirk. It has. it has, indeed. Both trade-offs. Skipping over niceties, Wessex raises her eyebrows a tad. “They know. And if they didn’t listen, it’s their own fault.” Whether or not Neron meant to imply that she hadn’t informed her people of the conditions required of their presence in Halo. She’ll also refrain from warning him that Zariah was playing with fire by being in the Grounds without anything to trade. But hey, it’s not her problem to enforce anymore. She isn’t Queen. She isn’t in the militia. And the woman hasn’t tried to fuck her personal goals. So until then - She doubts this will be the last the Warden sees of the Wraith.