i'm not a saint

Wessex snorts. “Of course Lucas started it.” She’d never understood his thing about being bad for bad’s sake. What was the point? Still, there’s the tiniest bit of nostalgia in her voice. For as dumb as his death was, he has his useful moments. Their family probably wouldn’t be as ‘family-like’ with him, but the guy was an asset. And as she finds herself shouldering all of the battle-burdens, someone else who could fight would have been… nice. The Wraith listens with a cocked head, digesting the information Sunjata lays out before her. Interesting… very interesting. Her fingers tap idly against the table as she lets silence stretch out before her, the gears turning in her head. “As long as your goal is to open all of Caido, I think we are firmly on the same team. How do you plan to do this spying, what kind of information are you looking for, and do you work with either Rex or Neron yet?” She has loyalties only to the Voice and the Ascended as a group. Rex, the Council, and the Grounds are quickly turning into people and things that do not matter anymore. When the only limit to her travels is where she’s been, Wessex barely claims Grounds citizenship anymore. She is effectively nomadic, going wherever her whims and orders take her. Ah, that’s another thing. She’s not good at having two masters. “Are you the type of order-giving guild leader or…?” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here