WESSEX
the wraith
She doesn’t believe that Darkeye truly understands; in fact, Wessex firmly believes that those who aren’t Ascended, other than Sunjata, have any idea what the war truly means. Life or death. The end of everything for them if the Voice - and the Core - die. “Again, I tell you our lives are on the line. There is no other way. Talking has been tried - and it achieves nothing.” Because those with the power would not defy their Gods. Wessex, among them. It’s funny, really, because in a way she is a warmonger, not Neron.
“So whose justice wins in the end? Hmmm? If everyone deserves something, we’ll be going around in vengeful circles long after the war.” And that is pointless, because there are much better things to do. “You know, I do believe that you want to help, Darkeye, but you’re putting your efforts into things no one cares about. Everyone’s made up their mind already and knowing that I gave Ronin time to help the people get out and he didn’t take it, or that the Order was seriously fucked up and murdering people won’t make any of Safrin’s or Ludo’s followers any less in theirthrall.”
She shrugs, pushing away from the wall and making like their conversation is about to end. “They think we’re out to steal their world. We know they’ll kill us all if given the chance. Your reports? They’ll change nothing. Put whatever you want in there. Except that Neron is a warmonger. Cause that’s just a damn lie.” Taking a step forward, the Wraith starts to move past the cleric and into the open space. “If you want to help, train with me.”
{Fin}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
