you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
They’re both the grudge-holding type, and Wessex is the kind to incur grudges against her; it’s a vicious cycle, but one the warrior knows well. She listens to Deimos, her own anger simmering against the Loreseeker (she refuses to think of him as a Sage) and yet entirely unsure of what she will ultimately do. It’s probably something she’ll have to think about, consider the pros and cons of making such a move, whether it might backfire (could it do any more damage than has already been done?)
In the end she only indicates her understanding of the situation with a nod, perhaps the thoughts of whether to or not already writing their tension across her face. But at least she’d told someone.
“Of course,” Wessex replies as he places the leaf in a jar. Whatever Safrin is going to do with it - she hopes it’s successful. And then, because they are the kind of people that need not say goodbye when the task is acknowledged and done, she begins to turn to go - pausing all of a sudden when words well up and seem to vomit out of their own accord. “You know I love her, right? Despite all our differences -” a heavy sigh escapes, as she runs a hand through her hair in a helpless gesture. “ - she’ll always be the little girl who came crying to me with a scrape on her knee.”
In the end she only indicates her understanding of the situation with a nod, perhaps the thoughts of whether to or not already writing their tension across her face. But at least she’d told someone.
“Of course,” Wessex replies as he places the leaf in a jar. Whatever Safrin is going to do with it - she hopes it’s successful. And then, because they are the kind of people that need not say goodbye when the task is acknowledged and done, she begins to turn to go - pausing all of a sudden when words well up and seem to vomit out of their own accord. “You know I love her, right? Despite all our differences -” a heavy sigh escapes, as she runs a hand through her hair in a helpless gesture. “ - she’ll always be the little girl who came crying to me with a scrape on her knee.”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
