W E S S E X
It might seem hostile to Sam, but Wessex is fairly far away from what she would consider hostile. Worry fuels her. Worry has brought her here. And that only increases when he tells her about Amalia.
“She did… what?” the Wraith asks. Rhetorical, of course, but it’s a hard blow. Somewhere she’d harbored hope that the woman she’d more or less helped raise wouldn’t go into full kill-all-Ascended mode, but that now seems like such a stupid thought. “Aren’t you two… siblings? Of sorts?” She’s tempered now, the wild burst of energy burned out and she’s simply standing just inside his door.
“I see.” Leave a note next time is on the tip of her lips, even though she knows it sounds too demanding. Too mother-ish. “I didn’t think that you were just… here, doing nothing. I was worried.” Like it or not, she can't afford to lose her fellow meat-shield.
“She did… what?” the Wraith asks. Rhetorical, of course, but it’s a hard blow. Somewhere she’d harbored hope that the woman she’d more or less helped raise wouldn’t go into full kill-all-Ascended mode, but that now seems like such a stupid thought. “Aren’t you two… siblings? Of sorts?” She’s tempered now, the wild burst of energy burned out and she’s simply standing just inside his door.
“I see.” Leave a note next time is on the tip of her lips, even though she knows it sounds too demanding. Too mother-ish. “I didn’t think that you were just… here, doing nothing. I was worried.” Like it or not, she can't afford to lose her fellow meat-shield.
The Wraith
