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WESSEX out of the night that covers me This is not Northaven. Wessex isn’t royalty. She’s just in charge. And Lord, maybe someone should ask her about that, because she would love to write a fucking dissertation on the differences between the two places and then assign it as mandatory reading for everyone during LongNight. She shrugs. He makes a good point, and she knows nothing about architecture or structural things, other than her best, educated guess. “I don’t know, I was just going with what’s already been done, so you don’t have to undo it all and then do it again.” She’s flying by the seat of her pants here, having never done large-scale preparations for this many people. “This -” she gestures back to the Temple, to the area around her “ - is unprecedented. So, what about something that could be keyed to nanites. So that Rex or I would have to open it.” Cause if they don’t trust her, they should trust Rex. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul