and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
Whatever condescending Samuel receives from the Voice is really none of Rexanna’s concern. She’s told him her thoughts on it, mimicking what their goddess is saying – that she wouldn’t let them become the creatures over LongNight. That she had made them their perfected selves. But she is taken by surprise when Samuel starts to speak of the blight, and a frown finds her face. She had wished to have this conversation with the rest of their small group – but Samuel’s fears are real ones that she fears too.
Thoughtfully, her head lifts toward the Voice to expand on Samuel’s thoughts. “Roana, the one that threatened to kill Samuel and the rest of the Ascended died during LongNight.” She adds briefly, unsure if Samuel had heard or not. But her head tilts toward where she thinks Samuel is, a frown finding her face. Because she hasn’t heard of any disgruntlement from anyone she knows, but she has heard it from one person in particular. One person they both have in common. Jigano.
But she doesn’t have much else to say, really, instead she wholly turns her attention to the Voice as she rejuvenates them, and she stretches her wrists out again, stretching her back with ribs that are in perfect alignment once more, before dipping her head again to the goddess. “Thank you.” She says quietly.
Thoughtfully, her head lifts toward the Voice to expand on Samuel’s thoughts. “Roana, the one that threatened to kill Samuel and the rest of the Ascended died during LongNight.” She adds briefly, unsure if Samuel had heard or not. But her head tilts toward where she thinks Samuel is, a frown finding her face. Because she hasn’t heard of any disgruntlement from anyone she knows, but she has heard it from one person in particular. One person they both have in common. Jigano.
But she doesn’t have much else to say, really, instead she wholly turns her attention to the Voice as she rejuvenates them, and she stretches her wrists out again, stretching her back with ribs that are in perfect alignment once more, before dipping her head again to the goddess. “Thank you.” She says quietly.
storm in the sky, fire in the street
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
