It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
"I've come to believe that nothing is impossible," she says lightly, neither offering assurance of her Lady's power nor denying him his hope. What is it to her if he leaves? The absence of a friendly face, perhaps? The Wraith would give it up if it meant Abasi were to return to a world he loved and clearly missed. Residual guilt at knowing he's been wrested from hearth and home unwillingly starts to surface, but with a breath she pushes it back down. The Voice's mistakes were not her own.
And that breath carries her back to Amalia. "Well, I'm not her parent. And I wasn't always Ascended. We were much closer when I was younger and nominally, at least, supported the Old Gods." She shrugs. "My arms have always been open to her and the Old God supporters, so long as they treat us equally and let us explore." And so it would be until they try to hurt or interfere with Wessex's tasks again. Because they're never going to stop - fanaticism is insidious and twisted like that - not until the Ascended win this so called war or show that they can't be beaten. Until they're seen as either non-threatening or all-powerful and more than equal.
And that breath carries her back to Amalia. "Well, I'm not her parent. And I wasn't always Ascended. We were much closer when I was younger and nominally, at least, supported the Old Gods." She shrugs. "My arms have always been open to her and the Old God supporters, so long as they treat us equally and let us explore." And so it would be until they try to hurt or interfere with Wessex's tasks again. Because they're never going to stop - fanaticism is insidious and twisted like that - not until the Ascended win this so called war or show that they can't be beaten. Until they're seen as either non-threatening or all-powerful and more than equal.
