they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She nods to Deimos with the information of whether or not the Voice will allow her such an upgrade. She smiles brightly still, happy and pleased to have thought of something that might both benefit both sides of her – to protect the abandoned within and disabling the Ascended just as her upgrade worked for her Ascended side. But she isn’t done informing him further, instead she chooses to comment about the sunlight as she remains in shadow and cloaks.
“I’m not sure… Wessex mentioned that once we get a bit stronger the sunlight affects us less, so I suppose I’m advancing.” She snorts, before her voice and smile turn a bit more nostalgic. “Though I do miss feeling the sun on my face.” An admission, before she shrugs. As far as things went, she could handle it, the missing out on that detail – especially when she didn’t feel her eyes removed and the beam that impaled her chest.
The little things, after all.
“I’m not sure… Wessex mentioned that once we get a bit stronger the sunlight affects us less, so I suppose I’m advancing.” She snorts, before her voice and smile turn a bit more nostalgic. “Though I do miss feeling the sun on my face.” An admission, before she shrugs. As far as things went, she could handle it, the missing out on that detail – especially when she didn’t feel her eyes removed and the beam that impaled her chest.
The little things, after all.
REXANNA
