Go
deep throat
a cactus
Wessex shakes her head, repeating what she’d said before, “I don’t think they’re actually going to die. I’ve heard it’s more like being taken over by the Blight. So there’s hope for a cure.”
Has she seen how sick people are? Yes. Yes, she has.
Has she allowed herself to wallow in weakness and self-loathing for her role in it? No. No she has not. At the end of the day they all make choices and they have to either stand by them or apologize and try to move on / make things right. Wessex leans back. “It sucks. I know it does. I have to look everyone in the face and endure their anger, their hate – just the same way you do. And then I have to get them to trust me for LongNight. So, Sam - I'm going to need you to grow a pair of balls and help me." She stands and looks down at him. "The only way we can make up for this is to save people during LongNight. Both blighted and non."
And none of her plan involves slef-flagellation or whimpering.
Has she seen how sick people are? Yes. Yes, she has.
Has she allowed herself to wallow in weakness and self-loathing for her role in it? No. No she has not. At the end of the day they all make choices and they have to either stand by them or apologize and try to move on / make things right. Wessex leans back. “It sucks. I know it does. I have to look everyone in the face and endure their anger, their hate – just the same way you do. And then I have to get them to trust me for LongNight. So, Sam - I'm going to need you to grow a pair of balls and help me." She stands and looks down at him. "The only way we can make up for this is to save people during LongNight. Both blighted and non."
And none of her plan involves slef-flagellation or whimpering.
