I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Wessex seems like a different person entirely, and what’s worse, her bioscans give her enough temporary awareness to realize that something is wrong. It’s agitating, she seems twitchy, as if someone had given normally calm and collected Wraith some speed, but laced it with something else.
And there’s no one in the Ground she can trust - not Sam, not Evie, Rory’s gone a wanderin’ and won’t be coming back (FUCK YOU JIGANO), the twins are too young and new, Amalia would kill her, Deimos would give her to Safrin - so she has to leave. She has to go somewhere safer than the Safehouse.
And who is safer than the safehouse?
Hotaru.
And Nate, cause he’s a Doctor.
Sunjata’s good too.
The Wraith pops into the scorching air outside the Slagveld with Loki, her companion immediately calling for Haai while Wessex strolls into the boxing ring. Oh no. Oh no. This isn’t good, this is a mess, and Magrethe can’t live in a mess. Magrethe would hate this.
Everything else forgotten, the Wraith finds a broom and with the single-mindedness of a child given a VeRy ImPoRtAnT taks, begins to sweep sand from the monsoon out the door. She does not, however, find a dust pan, so she uses her shadow instead.
And there’s no one in the Ground she can trust - not Sam, not Evie, Rory’s gone a wanderin’ and won’t be coming back (FUCK YOU JIGANO), the twins are too young and new, Amalia would kill her, Deimos would give her to Safrin - so she has to leave. She has to go somewhere safer than the Safehouse.
And who is safer than the safehouse?
Hotaru.
And Nate, cause he’s a Doctor.
Sunjata’s good too.
The Wraith pops into the scorching air outside the Slagveld with Loki, her companion immediately calling for Haai while Wessex strolls into the boxing ring. Oh no. Oh no. This isn’t good, this is a mess, and Magrethe can’t live in a mess. Magrethe would hate this.
Everything else forgotten, the Wraith finds a broom and with the single-mindedness of a child given a VeRy ImPoRtAnT taks, begins to sweep sand from the monsoon out the door. She does not, however, find a dust pan, so she uses her shadow instead.
WESSEX
