i'm still turning out

Now it was Rexanna's turn to rage, and with each word and each syllable it stoked fire roiling in Phoebe's chest, feeding the blight rage its favorite. "I'm not truing to be a martyr I am trying to not die at the diseas Ascended spread." she hissed, shoving Pim off so she could also rise, glaring down at the much smaller woman before her. "Oh yes, you met Jata once, you saw Emmett talk once and you magically know exacrly how they are or were and yet I have horrid encounter after encounter with with Bastien and yet he is a fucking saint." she shouted at her. "You're just a conceited noble bitch! Nothing could possibly be your fault and you absolutely know better than everyone else because you're you." she screamed at the top of her lungs. "So why don't you hurry back to your not-goddess and your blight spreading kin and continue to deny the fact that because Ascendeds exist the entire Greatwood and your friends will perish!" "And while you're at it, stop pretending you give a shit about anyone who isn't Ascended. You've clearly chosen a side, Rexanna. Enjoy your den of murderers." Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself