WESSEX
the wraith
Sunjata’s hesitation tells her all she needs to know. Whatever remaining warmth she has for the Flood begins to evaporate slowly, pooling beneath her feet and running out the door as he gives his excuse. She says nothing for a moment, just looking at him, in what she hopes is an expression that can contain a fraction of her glittering, glacial disappointment and ice-cold disdain. “And the Ascended who live here,” she asks before finally moving on. “Do I need to pull them out?” Adam, Peter, Nate. If Torchline is for Safrin, they surely are not safe. Even Nate, who is much, much too close to the fire for her liking.
“Though I suspect the question is actually when should I pull them out?”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
