Comfortably Numb

Has she ever tried? If they’d been closer, Wessex might have taken offence at his insinuation that she’d just given up instead of trying. For the kind of answers she’s looking for? No. But for an answer of some kind, yes. “Of course I have,” she says simply. “And they turned the night to day around the shrine. I’m an abomination to them. A monster.” Something one of his close acquaintances might agree with. Though she doubts she’s ever come up. People don’t really talk about Wessex. It’s kind of nice that way. She just exists in the dark parts of their minds, somewhere between a niggling pet peeve and an intense, deep dislike. Anyway. Moving on. She offers a shrug to his assumption that his words are tacky. “Nah. I think that’s every good parent’s wish.” And if she were the maternal sort, she might feel the same. Her own aspirations are more selfish… but then that’s why people like Ronin and don’t like Wessex. Funny how that works. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here