WESSEX
the wraith
“And yet despite your concerns about Zariah… here you sit, with me, still unable to tell me why the Ascended are a threat to Halo.” She shakes her head slowly, in pity and condescension. This woman, for all that she might be a Captain, isn’t very bright if she can't back up her claims. If it weren’t for their position in the Citadel, Wessex might have hit her with a biopulse then and there. Stabbed her, let her bleed out into the cold air, the red, red, red of her life congealing on the ice. The Wraith already knows what her next step is. Several steps, actually. She shrugs at Morgan’s comment. Sensitive? Perhaps. Maybe the questions would come. Maybe not. Maybe Morgan wouldn’t live to see them asked. Who knows. “What makes you uniquely suited to say who and what is a threat?” What proof does she offer of her abilities, other than a title? Which really, denotes only a physical prowess, saying nothing on her critical thinking skills.
If she wants a discussion, then let’s having a fucking discussion.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
