redemption burns hot and bright

How are plans going? The one question that reaches into the cracks of her armor and can bring her to her knees. Out of all the people she knows, Deimos would be the most likely to be able to help them, and he is no longer quite on their side. In this, yes, she imagines he might be a good person to run strategy by. But he isn’t like Sunjata. What could she tell him now that wouldn’t potentially be used against them later? Her lips twist into a grim expression and she looks over at him with a sliver of rare vulnerability. “We recently found out they have a hive mind. Right after we’d begun to make plans for a fake house to trap and burn them in. So once one Monster figures it out, the rest will know.” A brief pause. “We're making structures to hide in, prepping the Barracks and MHG, but half of us don’t seem to be taking preparations seriously. And time is running out.” She shrugs, tightening back up again. They both know they can’t make people do anything, but when someone inevitably dies, the blame will fall on her shoulders. Even if they did nothing to help themselves. Even if they didn’t follow orders. They’ll still blame her. Even though she needed the rest, she still feels like she shouldn’t have taken it. Come back earlier. Done something. She’d tried to prepare, but what can you do when your second-in-command also goes missing. “Any suggestions?” the Wraith asks brightly, trying to push that sense of despair and foreboding away? “Other than literally locking everyone inside and trying to take them all on myself?” A bitter chuckle trickles out - because hey, she absolutely would do it it if she could. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm