WESSEX
Semblance of peace. She still can’t admit that the Voice may have created something to rival Mort’s realm. Wessex shakes her head a tiny bit but keeps her silence, for it would take more than her to show the daughter of Death that her father may be wrong. That shaking comes to stillness as Delphia says that she must concede, and to that, Wessex leans forward, eyeing the girl with a bit of bafflement. “You think we don't concede all the time?" What rock does she live under? "The Blight, The Mathair, and the LongNight monsters." Her voice rises a bit in strength, if not in volume as she ticks them off on her fingers. “No matter where we go, no matter what we do to help, fix, or save, someone inevitably brings up one of those points and uses it against us.”
Sitting back, she narrows her eyes. “We are attacked every day in the way that no one else is. The Ascended are constantly on the defense, explaining and apologizing for things that have never happened to the person they're talking to." No one ever says thank you for the portals, or you’re right, life outside the barrier is great. Or gee, I'm so glad I get to experience a beach when all I've known is a frozen wasteland. “What else more would you have us concede without apologizing for our very existence?”
Pausing for a moment to try and remove the emotion she seems to have built up, when Wessex speaks again, it is far more business like than it was before
“The devotees of Safrin - and Ludo, I suppose - are the greatest accusers. If their most influential followers will concede to the equal missteps, then we might be able to get somewhere. Perhaps the next part of the conversation should be taken to Mort, to see if the other Gods are truly on board” Wessex suggests after a pause, feeling that Delphia is very, very out of the loop and can only do so much.
"I'd very much like to meet him. Given that I might never get to. And so I can do my due diligence by the Voice." Straight from the horse's mouth, and so on.
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
