WESSEX
Nothing. He’s meant to read nothing into it. It’s the foresight of a de facto leader and nothing more, much like her added boon from the Eirachi is. His agreement brings a smile to her own face as she nods in agreement. Wessex has come to the conclusion that she can only do so much. The Voice keeps many things from her, and right now, she is happy to keep to her mortal role. And speaking of - her eyes widen a bit as he tells her what the glowing orb is. Who all carries them - himself, Phoebe, Jigano, and Amalia - solid choices, except perhaps on Rae’s part. Amalia and Jigano, at least, were gung-ho on Ascended eradication she assumes. Trying to still her emotions regarding her former daughter-figure, Wessex settles for listening to the story of what’s been supposedly going on. “I… see.” And then she can’t help but chuckle, because, “I’m sure you know about Sam’s role, then. Gods know he can’t keep a secret. Especially from you, I imagine.”
Wessex slowly reaches out to touch the glowing ball and pick it up, ready to stop if Remi tells her to do so. “So… are you going to? Try to stop the opening of another portal?” Looking up to the Alchemist, there’s just straightforward curiosity in her gaze. No malice, no ill-intent.
It’s not like Wessex knows when or where the portal will open. So he, at least, knows more than she does.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
