My cathedral is the badlands

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 The Wraith is used to suspicion and adapts, standing loosely at ease while the woman declares her name, status, and purpose. Well. Good for her. She likes to see women in positions of power. But the message and delivery are a little on the nose, and she has to pull back the impulse to roll her eyes. “Mmmm, have you given Zariah Launceleyn that schpiel? She’s probably your biggest threat, and she’s already inside the Citadel, so…” Wessex ain’t saying that the Captain failed, because she imagines that her orders come directly from Neron, but… unless a half-Ursur, half-human comes charging up to the Citadel, the landscape here does a lot of the protecting for the Guard. Perhaps she ought to turn her eyes inward for a moment. A shrug. Tit for tat. “I’m a Grounder, born and bred, and certainly no threat to you or Halo, Captain. I’m also a former Queen and the Voice’s demi-god, sworn to protect the Ascended from threats.” Blatantly copying Morgan’s phrasing, she throws it right back to the soldier, with hopefully the same implication: do not be an outside threat.There’s absolutely no reason for the Ascended and the Halovians to be at odds with each other. Smiling lightly, the Wraith continues, laying down her trump card (which may or may not actually be one, but at least it gives her some validity in this moment). “Feel free to ask Neron about me, if you have your doubts.”