WESSEX
the wraith
“There’s a sudden increase of Abandoned in the Citadel - Zariah and her children, Loren, Evie. Those in the Aracane Academy. But that’s what you are, isn’t it? So it’s okay.” She scoffs, unable to pretend any more. “That’s far more than myself and the one person who decided - by himself - to make a change. And how is the need to drink a singular thing worse than the need to eat? If you’re calling needing something to function an addiction then by all means, you’re addicted to food.” Wessex’s tone has turned a little sharper now, throwing Morgan’s inane questions right back at her. “You know what Zariah is and what she’s done. You know her nature. You’ve had warning after warning, and yet when it comes to who you’re actually concerned about, it’s a small number of people who’ve made no move to threaten you or yours. Who don't want anything you're accusing them of.” Not yet, at least.
“But making your own power better by keeping her around is somehow okay? Do you realize how that sounds? How is being able to withstand the cold naturally worse than the Arcane Academy’s little bribe? It’s a similar choice, Captain.” She’d made hers, and in Wessex’s mind, she had little integrity left to stand on. “Quick to condemn, except when it comes to what benefits you.” Just like the Grounders. Ah, but she can't expect anything else from the poor, brainwashed Naturals. There are a few good eggs, but not many. The Wraith stands and looks down at the freckled woman, shaking her head.
“Don’t delude yourself. You’re a bigot with questions that are thinly veiled accusations and you’re here so you can say you tried, and it failed, better move on to plan B.” Isn't that right? For Morgan’s phrasing, her words have betrayed her. It may not have been in specifics, but Wessex caught on.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
