See through, see far.

Fallen kin. Cages. A yearning for Freedom. So. The rumors were true; the Demon was one of them, once. And the first question that immediately comes to mind is why? Why didn’t the Lady take care of it better, whey was it set to guard the Spire, why wouldn’t it let another Ascended in? Madness can cloud all judgement, she thinks, but then… the LongNight monster as it screeches REBORN?? to her makes so much more sense. In a way. She’s missing something. Something crucial. But what it is, she can’t yet say. Once the itch clears and the radiant glow The Lady dissipates, once her pleasure in them has settled and buoyed them up, Wessex speaks. She does not step forward to address them, conscious of not positioning herself as a leader quite yet, though she has tried to do so in other ways. This is the important work she must do. “Let’s take a moment before trying out our new gift. I’m sure you all heard Her in your ears after the guard fell… She told me recently that She expects us all to enter The Spire. Together. When the time comes.” Her gaze travels sideways to Samuel, knowing he might be the one they have to literally drag along. “So we need to know more about it.” Now she looks at 108 and Kristopher, as the eldest of the seven. “Can you tell us anything from your time? When you Ascended?” She then turns to the rest of them, to Sam, as the scholar of the group, and then to the newest ones. "Anything in books or conversations with Her?" Wessex is doing all she can to learn, but this something that is beyond even her unflagging drive. It will likely take all seven of them, if they're going to up against the Outlanders and the rest of the Naturals.     WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm