it was all yellow and blue

WESSEX

And that’s exactly what she thinks it is - some prying of Ludo’s, an inquiry into their vulnerabilities that comes too closely to other interrogations disguised as discussions. Casting a side-eyed look at the Alchemist, Wessex doesn’t immediately answer, trying to first figure something out through observation. But of course, it’s impossible to tell what kind of motivation he might have through simply looking at him. What she sees, what she knows, and what she thinks are all at odds in the moment.

“Why do you ask?” she replies, trying to keep the accusatory edge out of her voice.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all