Clemente
Well, fuck. That turned dark fast.
Clem melts into Rexanna's touch while he can, as if he can absorb it like a sponge to hold it all through the tension of this meeting. He can't of course, and while he's proud to be included in such an important decision, he can't help how he immediately picks a side and sticks to it with childlike, stubborn resolve.
Eyes darting to Sam with a dark, haunted look far beyond his age, he throws in his two cents. "So yer sayin' you'd rather curse all yer non-Ascended friends an' family to fightin' them every year? To sittin' in the dark, scared and hopin' nobody stupid opens a door? To dyin' every single year?" He has only experienced one LongNight himself, but Dante had arrived just before it, and had told him just how hard it had been. "I'd rather die to save everyone in the Grounds. Ain't the other Old God followers died for their beliefs?" Will the Ascended fail in this aspect as everyone thinks they will in others? Turning his gaze back to Wessex with a flinty stare, Clemente embraces the fact that he of all of them is most likely to be a casualty in this coming war. "Screw that. I'm probably first to die, an' I will if it means we can help The Voice fix this. I ain't gonna sacrifice an entire town to save my hide." A loyalty that only a gutter rat could understand perhaps, the willingness to be a martyr if it means they can step on your fallen body to raise themselves to safety. But also a reminder of his conversation with The Voice. If Clem has to be the martyr, the child sacrificed to end this blight, he will happily put his soul into her hands when his time comes.
Clem melts into Rexanna's touch while he can, as if he can absorb it like a sponge to hold it all through the tension of this meeting. He can't of course, and while he's proud to be included in such an important decision, he can't help how he immediately picks a side and sticks to it with childlike, stubborn resolve.
Eyes darting to Sam with a dark, haunted look far beyond his age, he throws in his two cents. "So yer sayin' you'd rather curse all yer non-Ascended friends an' family to fightin' them every year? To sittin' in the dark, scared and hopin' nobody stupid opens a door? To dyin' every single year?" He has only experienced one LongNight himself, but Dante had arrived just before it, and had told him just how hard it had been. "I'd rather die to save everyone in the Grounds. Ain't the other Old God followers died for their beliefs?" Will the Ascended fail in this aspect as everyone thinks they will in others? Turning his gaze back to Wessex with a flinty stare, Clemente embraces the fact that he of all of them is most likely to be a casualty in this coming war. "Screw that. I'm probably first to die, an' I will if it means we can help The Voice fix this. I ain't gonna sacrifice an entire town to save my hide." A loyalty that only a gutter rat could understand perhaps, the willingness to be a martyr if it means they can step on your fallen body to raise themselves to safety. But also a reminder of his conversation with The Voice. If Clem has to be the martyr, the child sacrificed to end this blight, he will happily put his soul into her hands when his time comes.
I've got designer shades just to hide my face
And I wear 'em around cuz I'm cooler than you
And I wear 'em around cuz I'm cooler than you
