fragile creatures on collision with our judgement days

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster “That Delah intended for more. That’s your excuse. I don’t think she did at all. In fact, she left it at shoot to kill, for Ascended, did she not?” The Wraith distinctly remembers a fire arrow during one such occasion. “She went beyond a trial - it was never on her mind.” Wessex shakes her head, dismissing the statement and smiling ever so slightly to herself. There was no Fae government, there was only Delah. And now? Now it seems they’re trying to change tactics, though whether it’s truly a popular opinion or not, Wessex doesn’t really care. “You say your dead call for vengeance?" She begins to needle again, leaning forward ever so slightly. "And yet in the next breath you say you want justice, not bloody vengeance.” Which might be true. Juniper might want justice, while the rest want vengeance. “Which is it?” Consider a net in one hand and her pins at the ready. It wasn’t really about the dead, either, was it?