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Her handa clenched into fists, trembling with anger, eyes flaring in the glow of the fireplace. "Have ypu considered that you might have a choice?! The Voice made the Ascended. You have no idea what she may have put in you to control you! You don't know if she put some kind of mutated disease in you! You act like Frey is so terrifying because you don't understand them and yet you put your life into the hands of another who was so evil she was locked away for the wrongs she brought upon Caido!" she said, her tone rising to sich a pitch it managed to echo in the small space. "Who says I am not to fight the war of the gods when I am one of its victims?!" she snapped. "If you want to help, go beg your goddess to stop this warring, to work with the Old gods. Do something other than bitch and moan about how unfair everyone is. You chose to be Ascended and that is part of the consequence! Go fix something if you really care. I haven't seen a single Ascended other than you lift a finger to help including your beloved Wessex." she sneered, breathless from her rampage. The blonde looked into the fire, tears welling up. "But your comfort, your wish to be exonerate of guilt is far more important than the fact that I, your friend, am dying of a disease your goddess had to of made and spread through your kind. Just like Jata's love for Lusea was more than his for me. Just like Emmett's pride was more important than me. I shall forever be second." Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself