Comfortably Numb

No, his shrug doesn’t infuriate her. She knows her anger is misplaced, she knows they’ve been wrenched from their world, yadda yadda yadda, they’re all bloody fucking pawns in this giant game and she’s in a unique position where she’s not going to get any answers. The Old Gods hate her because she flipped them a major bird when she Ascended and her Lady has been nothing but generous. “I can’t,” Wessex says with a bitter laugh. “They’ll try and burn me because I Ascended.” So here they are - neither of them with answers to their different questions. One more powerful than the other could imagine and the other… perhaps a bit of an impossible conundrum, even to herself. And though the words a biting and acrid, she begins to cool, tossing the rest of her drink back in a needless swig. Huh. It no longer burns the way it used to. She eyes the glass curiously with this new discovery and then sets it down on the bar. “So what are you going to do with your second chance, Ronin?” she asks almost cheerfully. It’s all good over here. Just the many tempers of Wessex showing their faces. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here