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
A nod to that, a half Cheshire grin crossing her face. “What I lack in magic, I can make up with other things I imagine?” Such as the speed that came with her Ascended body at night, the other upgrades she might one day get, some things she might end up asking for. She doesn’t know where to begin, but at her disposal right now at least she wouldn’t be left completely unarmed.
There’s a hint of how her smile softens at the magic he creates, the double edged sword. “This upgrade is geared a bit more toward my Abandoned side… I wonder if perhaps the Voice might be willing to impart an upgrade that’s geared toward keeping my fellow Ascendeds inline?” She muses, pinning the General with a raised brow. The idea of the penumbra in full, the sun and moon of the eclipse, both a blessing and a curse for both sides of who she was, giving neither the advantage unless she wielded them.
There’s a hint of how her smile softens at the magic he creates, the double edged sword. “This upgrade is geared a bit more toward my Abandoned side… I wonder if perhaps the Voice might be willing to impart an upgrade that’s geared toward keeping my fellow Ascendeds inline?” She muses, pinning the General with a raised brow. The idea of the penumbra in full, the sun and moon of the eclipse, both a blessing and a curse for both sides of who she was, giving neither the advantage unless she wielded them.
REXANNA
