It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Wessex actually laughs. “You have no fucking clue, Abasi. Centuries of hardships and isolation have really screwed us up as a people.” She shakes her head. “I’m almost scared to find out what the rest of Caido is like, to see how much we’ve been left behind.” Her anger now, her feelings of deception and being hoodwinked, of trying to get others to see that the Old Gods have done far more damage to them than the Voice has could be amplified tenfold. And she wonders if she’ll be able to control those kinds of emotions. What will happen when they all see the scale of what they’ve missed out on?
Will they all be such die-hard martyrs then?
“I kind of like that idea. Takes the responsibility for everything off the shoulders of the few.” Pulling the mud from her hand and arm, she puts it back on the ground, so it can join its mud-friends. “You seem to have a lot of trust in a single person. That they would never lie or use their power for their own advantages.” A brief pause. “If they did something questionable was it assumed that it was for the right reasons?”
Will they all be such die-hard martyrs then?
“I kind of like that idea. Takes the responsibility for everything off the shoulders of the few.” Pulling the mud from her hand and arm, she puts it back on the ground, so it can join its mud-friends. “You seem to have a lot of trust in a single person. That they would never lie or use their power for their own advantages.” A brief pause. “If they did something questionable was it assumed that it was for the right reasons?”
