I write sins, not tragedies
The demigod ought to take comfort in the idea that if reality is as Neos says it and all Gods, everywhere. are likely to be monsters, then Caido and its problems are nothing special. “Absolute power, and all that…” But she cannot bring herself to condemn any further, because it’s exhausting. A knowing nod and quirk of her lips is what she manages, happy to feel the energy change as they both look away.
At the request for help, though, the Wraith looks back up and brightens. “Yeah, of course.” She looks up at the tree she’s been sitting against and pushes herself into a standing position. “If you can just… chase them my way, maybe, I can hide myself and zap ‘em with my eyes again.”
The head isn’t that tasty anyway, he’ll never miss them.
{Fin}
At the request for help, though, the Wraith looks back up and brightens. “Yeah, of course.” She looks up at the tree she’s been sitting against and pushes herself into a standing position. “If you can just… chase them my way, maybe, I can hide myself and zap ‘em with my eyes again.”
The head isn’t that tasty anyway, he’ll never miss them.
{Fin}
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