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She finds the surprise more amusing than anything, but refrains from offering any clarification about the Voice’s demigods. Everyone knows about Nate, sure - but she’s not so sure about Azrael. It would be best if it remained that way, even if this line of questioning was innocent.
Find themselves on more solid ground, Wessex closes the gap between them so they can talk more easily, while still letting Mildew take the lead. “Well, that’s a bit of a long story. The short version is that I grew up in the Grounds, in the bubble. Life was… bad. We were always one disaster from starvation. And the heralds weren’t any help. The people I loved most died from this wasting sickness… and then I got it, and I wasn’t ready to go. Not like that. So I ascended. And then I was a fucking idiot and got myself killed and… she brought me back. Better than I was before I died.”
Shrugging, she decides to let Mildew come to her own conclusion on the underlying reasons. Wessex saw it more as a failure of the Old Gods and their heralds to do anything to prevent the Grounders’ unnecessary suffering, not so much as an offer of eternal life, though that indeed had been what initially attracted her. When they pause, at the waypoint, the Wraith cups her hands and yells into the heavy, empty air, “Mabel?” ever hopeful that at some point they’ll get an answer.
Find themselves on more solid ground, Wessex closes the gap between them so they can talk more easily, while still letting Mildew take the lead. “Well, that’s a bit of a long story. The short version is that I grew up in the Grounds, in the bubble. Life was… bad. We were always one disaster from starvation. And the heralds weren’t any help. The people I loved most died from this wasting sickness… and then I got it, and I wasn’t ready to go. Not like that. So I ascended. And then I was a fucking idiot and got myself killed and… she brought me back. Better than I was before I died.”
Shrugging, she decides to let Mildew come to her own conclusion on the underlying reasons. Wessex saw it more as a failure of the Old Gods and their heralds to do anything to prevent the Grounders’ unnecessary suffering, not so much as an offer of eternal life, though that indeed had been what initially attracted her. When they pause, at the waypoint, the Wraith cups her hands and yells into the heavy, empty air, “Mabel?” ever hopeful that at some point they’ll get an answer.
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