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No matter what she says, it seems to be wrong. She answers the questions posed and they seem to make the girl more upset. Wessex doesn’t understand. Perhaps she’s forgotten what it’s like to be a child, she should have kept her mouth shut instead of trying to include Mabel in her thoughts, or perhaps she’d just pegged the girl as something she isn’t. It happens. The Wraith has been a poor judge of character before.
After all that, the attempted explanations and the promise that they wouldn’t be forced to fight before they’re ready, there’s still more. The older woman can only shrug, because she can’t figure out how to answer in a way that won’t evoke either sinking into a hole or hiding behind teenage-built walls. She shrugs, tucking some short hair behind her ear and standing.
“I don’t know. That part is - whatever it means to you.” Wessex knows she’s not a good judge of subjective terms. She’s the kind that will rarely be satisfied, and the plain truth is that not everyone is like that. Maybe one day she’ll learn her limits, but the next six days aren’t one of them. Sighing, Wessex looks around for a way out of the conversation and spots a few people queuing up outside a room - perhaps that’s where Rex is. “I have to go. Check on Bastien and… Rex. Clem.” Experience some feelings and then shove them all back down again.
“Be safe, please.” A grim, flat look crosses her face, but she tries to nod and smile in farewell all the same before heading to find Rexanna’s body.
After all that, the attempted explanations and the promise that they wouldn’t be forced to fight before they’re ready, there’s still more. The older woman can only shrug, because she can’t figure out how to answer in a way that won’t evoke either sinking into a hole or hiding behind teenage-built walls. She shrugs, tucking some short hair behind her ear and standing.
“I don’t know. That part is - whatever it means to you.” Wessex knows she’s not a good judge of subjective terms. She’s the kind that will rarely be satisfied, and the plain truth is that not everyone is like that. Maybe one day she’ll learn her limits, but the next six days aren’t one of them. Sighing, Wessex looks around for a way out of the conversation and spots a few people queuing up outside a room - perhaps that’s where Rex is. “I have to go. Check on Bastien and… Rex. Clem.” Experience some feelings and then shove them all back down again.
“Be safe, please.” A grim, flat look crosses her face, but she tries to nod and smile in farewell all the same before heading to find Rexanna’s body.
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