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Shaking her head, Wessex quips back with some of the personal growth she’d managed since he’d been gone. “Nah, a leader knows when an apology is worth it.” Admitting you’re wrong is an important part of building trust and all that jazz. Working together. As a council. “I’m not Queen anymore, anyway. It’s General now. Isla is the Overseer - or leader, I guess - of the Grounds.” Sometimes it felt like it was in name only, but the General is grateful for the help, if not the illusion.
And as for the Voice, Wessex wishes she had deciphered their Lady’s non-statements about Amun sooner. Turning from the window, the Wraith swallows heavily. “I’m sure she’ll just be glad to have you back.” There wasn’t even anything to forgive - from the bare bones, it sounds like something bad happened out there, and she finds herself sinking on to the edge of a bed (he should be there, not her), watching Amun carefully, as if he might disappear again.
“It’s okay. I mean yeah, I was worried for ages, but I guess the Voice never said you were dead, so I should have known.” And remembering his earlier words, she stops short of an apology. “What happened?”
And as for the Voice, Wessex wishes she had deciphered their Lady’s non-statements about Amun sooner. Turning from the window, the Wraith swallows heavily. “I’m sure she’ll just be glad to have you back.” There wasn’t even anything to forgive - from the bare bones, it sounds like something bad happened out there, and she finds herself sinking on to the edge of a bed (he should be there, not her), watching Amun carefully, as if he might disappear again.
“It’s okay. I mean yeah, I was worried for ages, but I guess the Voice never said you were dead, so I should have known.” And remembering his earlier words, she stops short of an apology. “What happened?”
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