& they said you were the crooked kind
that you'd never have no worth
The options are listed out, and she’s never been so torn as she is right now. They could help so many people, and yet it falls into the recklessness that her and Bastien had argued about… But at the same time, if they succeed… there would be no danger remaining and the Ascended might stand a better face in the rest of the populace.She sighs, unneeded of course, but almost required as she hears Amun’s response — agreeing with it. And then Sam, dear Sam… Her head snaps toward him with a raised brow, listening while Wessex and Sam have a minor back and forth and she squeezes Bastien’s hand. “Sam… They took my eyes last LongNight.” She utters to him quietly. “They took your fingers too. They cannot be reasoned with.” She frowns slightly, looking back at Wessex before the rest of their family.
“I want to fight. But… The Voice is granting Bastien and I a child. We’ll be weak for a while, at least up until just before LongNight, and by then we’ll have a young child to care for.” She sighs again, torn. “Is there a way that we can be invisible to them while fighting them?” A quiet thought, wondering what kind of advantage they might have. Right now, it seems limiting.
but you were always gold to me
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