WESSEX
the wraith
Ah, there it is. “So you say. But I would pay good money to see you have this kind of discussion, using the exact same language with Safrin’s chosen.” Insinuated in the dryness of the words is the Wraith’s disbelief that the Captain would spend any sort of energy doing the same with others. As far as Wessex is concerned, Morgan is a hypocrite and more.
With a shake of her head, she means to dismiss the last question, in part. “I think you misunderstand. I came to Her as a normal person. The disease that took my mother and sister was coming for me, in me, and I wasn’t ready to leave this world yet. So I traded an inevitable death for life. Then was stupid and actually died and was remade. But again, I ask - what makes someone want to live part of their lives as an animal? One they don’t necessarily get to choose, at that. Fear, devotion, frustration, wanting more out of life. Pick a reason. Feeling abandoned by the Old Gods. Wanting protection. The end of physical addictions?” Throwing out the last one as an actual remedy to destructive behavior she wonders if Morgan has considered that it might not all be bad.
But that’s probably not what the other woman is getting at. Wessex surmises that what she’s actually talking about is what makes people change and the answer will only be the same. What makes someone want to fly when humans aren’t meant to fly?
In a bit of a turn, and it’s a gamble to go on the offense, the demigod continues mildly. “Ask your people how I’ve helped feed them. Aren’t I joining you to hunt the cannibals? You may disagree with the Voice, but the Ascended who’ve decided they like Halo enough to be here frequently - and that’s about two of us, at this point - have been nothing but helpful.”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
