you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
It’s a weird kind of defiance in that moment; Wessex sees it as defiance for defiance’s sake, a stubborn child adhering to something that ultimately does her no good, makes her feel like shit, when everyone else gives her permission to let go without consequence. Self-flagellation for self-imposed super harsh judgements. Hell, even Wessex doesn’t do that, and she has three score more faults and sins to atone for. She gives Melita a weird look. “Sure. No one’s stopping you.” Perhaps others have tried, but if she doesn’t want to take the get out of jail free card, then she’s on her own.
Thinking perhaps that the answer was obvious against whom she might have pushed back, the demi-god blinks at the question. “The Voice,” she says after a moment. Who else was there to push back against? Phoebe? The girl could use a good smack across the head every now and then, but the midwife had no control over the situation.
As least Melita hadn’t asked how, because the truth is that the Wraith doesn’t know. It had been set in motion when they’d first stepped into the Greatwood, years of revenge oozing out of her Goddess in a move that the ex-Queen can genuinely understand, but reeked of poor strategy. And she can’t imagine anything being effective in holding the Ascended back from exploration - or any of the Groundes, really. Freedom lay at their feet. Only the fear of death could have held some of them back.
But it’s useless to fight emotion with logic. One is hot, the other is cold - one is unpredictable, while the other yearns for stable facts. Perhaps this is just exhausting and futile. Perhaps this is the end, and she should just give it up, because that would certainly be easier and hurt less. Is it even worth it to give Melita time and space? What could a year do that six months could not?
Thinking perhaps that the answer was obvious against whom she might have pushed back, the demi-god blinks at the question. “The Voice,” she says after a moment. Who else was there to push back against? Phoebe? The girl could use a good smack across the head every now and then, but the midwife had no control over the situation.
As least Melita hadn’t asked how, because the truth is that the Wraith doesn’t know. It had been set in motion when they’d first stepped into the Greatwood, years of revenge oozing out of her Goddess in a move that the ex-Queen can genuinely understand, but reeked of poor strategy. And she can’t imagine anything being effective in holding the Ascended back from exploration - or any of the Groundes, really. Freedom lay at their feet. Only the fear of death could have held some of them back.
But it’s useless to fight emotion with logic. One is hot, the other is cold - one is unpredictable, while the other yearns for stable facts. Perhaps this is just exhausting and futile. Perhaps this is the end, and she should just give it up, because that would certainly be easier and hurt less. Is it even worth it to give Melita time and space? What could a year do that six months could not?
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
