so much is still unknown

Letha felt sorry, because somewhere, her loyalty could be questioned. Letha was young -- the age reflected in this world not totally matched up with the age and experience of her previous life. She had so much to learn about the world, that was certain, btu what Letha did know was how to operate in a family. Letha would never have questioned her Ma's actions -- not that Wessex was her mother, but it seemed she was the head of their family. So why had Letha questioned her? Somewhere, deep, it was still a matter of this question: did Letha trust her fellow Ascended?

However, as the Wraith gives her furthered explanation, Letha's face contorts quizzically. Essentially, the woman was holding all of the responsibility of the blight of their people. That hit Letha in a way she didn't expect, making her guilt for questioning the woman swell bigger and bigger within her. If Wessex was willing to take blame -- responsibility -- for things that she might not directly have to, then how dare Letha question her? Ocean eyes dropped away from the Wraith and towards the water, lapping gently before them. She felt Wessex's hand on her knee, then, and looked up to the woman just in time to catch the briefest of smiles.

Relief tingled and touched the swelling guilt, and Letha let her shoulders relax and her head shake. "I think that's all the information I can manage for one day."

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FINISHED

L e t h a

Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?