Comfortably Numb

“Perhaps.” She shrugs in a truly nonchalant way. “It doesn’t really matter if I figure it out or not. There’s bigger shit to focus on.” Liiiiiike the barrier, the Spire, the Woods, The Voice. Pick one and you’ll find Wessex’s unknown song playing 575th fiddle to that. As Ronin describes his physical state, her brows furrow ever so slightly. There is a definite difference in their resurrections. Both were caused by higher powers, but only one seems to be of great significance. She is truly comforted to know that there will be nothing after she dies. She doesn’t have to endure the hope, the waffling back and forth on whether or not she’ll see her family again. She’s a little disappointed to some extent, but she made her choice a year ago. This is the reality. Anyway. Back to Ronin. “Well, if I can be honest… you smell different,” she says with a very frank expression. “Human, but not. Not Ascended, not Attuned. Just… other. Maybe a little bit like lightning?” She can’t quite put her finger on it because she’s likely never smelled anything similar. “Maybe like the stars, but fuck if I know what they smell like.” Big gaseous balls of fire could be filled with all kinds of stinky gasses. Ha! WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here