WESSEX
Yes, yes, maybe Wessex is using it as a venting session, but one can hardly blame her, can they?That Delphia might take her concerns to Mort sparks an idea she holds tight to, keeping it for a point in the conversation where Wessex has been more agreeable. Besides, with most of the grumbles out, the Wraith becomes a bit more still and calm, listening again and nodding occasionally.
“I’ve died,” she says quietly. Suddenly, almost. “The Spire Demon killed me. And The Voice fixed my body and brought me back.” It’s hard to believe that she’s been through so much, but both she and Ronin were dead long enough for their souls to do whatever it is souls do. Pensively, a finger traces the wood pattern on the chair’s arm and she continues. “I don’t remember much other than a woman humming something. Darkness, I suppose. Like a dream. But it certainly wasn’t unpleasant and I didn’t care that I was dead. Didn’t feel restless, didn't know how much time had passed. Didn’t feel… anything. And honestly, if that's what it's like then I’m okay with that being the end of my existence.”
It’s been a hard life; an uphill battle, with Wessex inadvertently choosing to play the last two years on expert mode instead of just difficult, like the rest of the Grounders. If the end comes with silence and darkness, then so be it. If it comes with Magrethe and her mother, great. “I’ve spent several conversations talking with my Lady about us and what I’ve seen is that She loves Her children. All versions of them. There are regrets, of course, about specific instances and turns of events and I’ve seen those too.” A brief pause to consider something. “What if She has created a private haven for the Ascended? Would that be so bad?”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
