redemption burns hot and bright

What else is there to but train and draw up designs? Ideas run through her head and she occasionally steps out to ask others some questions - Is this feasible? and what dangers do you see with this? It’s as if the Wraith is trying to outsmart a bunch of unpredictable, uncontrollable spirits (she absolutely is)- and, well, we all know that’s unlikely to happen. Futile as it may be, she has to try. Eventually it’s just time to head to Halo and see the Sword; there’s little more she can do, other than turn her own brain inside out. Though Wessex is no creator, she knows that the people wielding the tools often have the best idea of what can and cannot be done. Besides, there are other things to try and bring, people to see - the sooner she goes, the quicker she can get back here. Grabbing a few items, the Wraith pops into Halo and asks the nearest person where to find Deimos. They point in her in the direction of the new barracks and it isn’t long before she’s knocking on his door. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm