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 “No,” Wessex says with a regretful sigh, but without any semblance of hesitation. She knew where she might concede and knew where she wouldn’t, and there were lines she wasn’t willing to cross.. “To both.” A small smile slips across her face as her head dips, quietly gazing at her hands. “The deal is for me and me alone. The caveat is no dismembering or removing upgrades. And the offer expires when you walk out that door.” Lifting her head again, the Queen gazes at the Fae with a quiet confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing and what shes’s willing to give up. “Otherwise, my answer is again, no. And will remain no.” A Queen's gambit. Fail or lose, Wessex plays the game.