I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Unsure how he’ll react once he goes silent, she scrutinizes his microexpressions as well until he perches himself up on his elbows. Leaning back to give him room, it isn’t until he poses his question that Wessex removes herself from his lap and sits on the ground beside him, both knees drawn up to her chest, arms clasped casually around them as she leans back. “No,” she replies with a definite shake of her head. “You’ve always been there when I needed you, came when asked, and you led the efforts for the Torchline shrine. Can’t speak for the others, but I’d be surprised if anyone felt differently. Why?”
Has someone said something to the contrary? Having watched previous interactions and heard from her own and various other sources, she has a good sense of his devotion. Still, she stays puzzled. Is he starting to feel like Nate?
Has someone said something to the contrary? Having watched previous interactions and heard from her own and various other sources, she has a good sense of his devotion. Still, she stays puzzled. Is he starting to feel like Nate?
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX