and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
“Dead.” Deimos confirms, and she breathes out a small sigh of relief at that. Of course, it’s not the result she particularly wanted to hear, but it’s better than having her worry about Clemente and Bastien, that there’s someone living among them that would honestly much rather see them perish beneath some sort of idea that they’re protecting the majority. Perhaps Roana was right, based off of what occurred at the Mathair.
But they had also given the Fae a choice to leave, and they chose to stay. In the end it hadn’t really been them to have killed all those Fae, so much as it was with the Voice when her goddess had drained them all and sparks had shot out of the tree. In the end… It was a group effort, she supposes. But it still doesn’t give her much comfort. Instead, she nods as Deimos’ words finalize what had occurred to Roana in the last few days.
“That’s… Relieving, as bad as it is to say.” She says with a light frown, shaking her head. She’s not sure what else to say, but she tilts her head toward Deimos after a few moments of silence, uncertain how to bring it up with that previous conversation. And so she shifts it immensely, pausing just enough to bite down on her lower lip.
“What do you know about the mountains?” She pauses, releasing her attempt to gnaw the inside of her cheek as well. “I may or may not share a similar secret.”
But they had also given the Fae a choice to leave, and they chose to stay. In the end it hadn’t really been them to have killed all those Fae, so much as it was with the Voice when her goddess had drained them all and sparks had shot out of the tree. In the end… It was a group effort, she supposes. But it still doesn’t give her much comfort. Instead, she nods as Deimos’ words finalize what had occurred to Roana in the last few days.
“That’s… Relieving, as bad as it is to say.” She says with a light frown, shaking her head. She’s not sure what else to say, but she tilts her head toward Deimos after a few moments of silence, uncertain how to bring it up with that previous conversation. And so she shifts it immensely, pausing just enough to bite down on her lower lip.
“What do you know about the mountains?” She pauses, releasing her attempt to gnaw the inside of her cheek as well. “I may or may not share a similar secret.”
— than a human being
REXANNA
