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Hoooooo boy if they’re going to with what the Voice wants, then Wessex knows, deep down, she wants the earliest versions of her children to live. It’s only at Wessex’s insistence and fear that she offered this solution. This has been the demigod’s pet project, her goal since she realized there was some connection between herself and the Monsters. And her bias against them could fill the whole damn bubble again. Which request? she says to Osozo, curious to see how in tune with the Voice they truly are.
“If that’s what’s holding you back - you have knowledgeable advisors, a city full of people who have weathered it for years before you arrived,” she tells Neron. “And I can get you and bring you back.” Assuming she lives, but that’s besides the point.
Then mostly to Sam, but also to the fractured family she’s tried to persuade, there’s a bit of an air of weariness. “All of us means all of us. One or two or three say no, it doesn’t matter. I don’t know about postponing it. I don’t know if the opportunity will come again. Will you still be Warden in a year, Neron? And will that keep you from saying yes, again? Or what about the new ones we will hopefully have this time next year? What about then, Sam? Or if you have a one year old child, will you say the same thing? Out of wanting to care for them?”
Can they keep a secret for the rest of their lives?
Wessex won’t deny the truth of the story when the self-righteous horde descends.
“I’ll stop now. If there’s anything else to say, please do so. Then let’s have final votes.”
She knows a losing battle when she sees one. The disappointment in her tone is hard to hide.
“If that’s what’s holding you back - you have knowledgeable advisors, a city full of people who have weathered it for years before you arrived,” she tells Neron. “And I can get you and bring you back.” Assuming she lives, but that’s besides the point.
Then mostly to Sam, but also to the fractured family she’s tried to persuade, there’s a bit of an air of weariness. “All of us means all of us. One or two or three say no, it doesn’t matter. I don’t know about postponing it. I don’t know if the opportunity will come again. Will you still be Warden in a year, Neron? And will that keep you from saying yes, again? Or what about the new ones we will hopefully have this time next year? What about then, Sam? Or if you have a one year old child, will you say the same thing? Out of wanting to care for them?”
Can they keep a secret for the rest of their lives?
Wessex won’t deny the truth of the story when the self-righteous horde descends.
“I’ll stop now. If there’s anything else to say, please do so. Then let’s have final votes.”
She knows a losing battle when she sees one. The disappointment in her tone is hard to hide.
WESSEX
