PHOEBE
Phoebe sighed and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, as if it would somehow release the anger and frustration as Loren continued to riddle her with suppositions and defenses and half baked ideas based on incomplete knowledge. It was mind numbing and infuriating all at once and she didn't quite know how to process it all; her emotions as of late being wild and overwhelming, taking over and acting of their own volition as if guided by their own newly developed sentience. "Why?" she huffed athim, turning her head to glare at him as trembling hands fell to her side. "Why are you so insistent on looking for a way to prove their innocence? Or the innocence of the Voice?" she snapped at him, brows furrowing. "The blight is spread directly into the body through an open wound, or by consuming it." she said with a sigh. She pinched the bridge of her nose, lips pursed together. "But the illness can be carried still on fabrics and things. And the Voice created the Ascended so who knows what she could imbue them with temporarily to accomplish what she wants."
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
