It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It’s difficult for Wessex to judge when she needs to be empathetic and when she needs to be all business; the former can sometimes fumble and fall flat, despite her best intention, and the latter is often seen as uncaring, hard, and selfish. So she’s once again stuck her foot in her mouth and doesn’t quite know how to deal with Henry’s obvious loss - because as she well knows, nothing will make it better and nothing will bring them back.
Offering Bastien a sympathetic nod (that he can’t see, oops), Wessex listens to his empty-nester woes. “You have much to be proud of, though. Azrael is remarkable, in more ways than one. They’re going to draw up plans to rebuild the Barracks in stone. And other buildings, hopefully.” To protect against Sparkbirds and fire-wielders alike. As for the success of LongNight - it has her sending a guilty look towards Henry, already aware that the farm had burned.
“Yes…” she begins slowly. “I think the Monsters are gone, but we won’t know until next LongNight. The Sparkbird… it did most of the work for us. And all of the damage. At least in the settlement.” They’ll likely never know how the Walker farm burned - out in the Outskirts - had the fire spread that far? Did the Monsters get in? Did the Walkers get in one last fuck you by taking those nightmares with them? “Of course. Whatever help you need, it’s yours.”
And then perhaps to take the spotlight away from Henry, she tries to move on.“Any idea why it might have been so… angry? Did something happen last LongNight?” Because in the interim, the Sparkbird had been out of sight and out of mind, and the Wraith thought it might have left entirely.
Except it hadn’t. Obviously.
Offering Bastien a sympathetic nod (that he can’t see, oops), Wessex listens to his empty-nester woes. “You have much to be proud of, though. Azrael is remarkable, in more ways than one. They’re going to draw up plans to rebuild the Barracks in stone. And other buildings, hopefully.” To protect against Sparkbirds and fire-wielders alike. As for the success of LongNight - it has her sending a guilty look towards Henry, already aware that the farm had burned.
“Yes…” she begins slowly. “I think the Monsters are gone, but we won’t know until next LongNight. The Sparkbird… it did most of the work for us. And all of the damage. At least in the settlement.” They’ll likely never know how the Walker farm burned - out in the Outskirts - had the fire spread that far? Did the Monsters get in? Did the Walkers get in one last fuck you by taking those nightmares with them? “Of course. Whatever help you need, it’s yours.”
And then perhaps to take the spotlight away from Henry, she tries to move on.“Any idea why it might have been so… angry? Did something happen last LongNight?” Because in the interim, the Sparkbird had been out of sight and out of mind, and the Wraith thought it might have left entirely.
Except it hadn’t. Obviously.
