WESSEX
Carefully? Wessex hadn’t necessarily thought of it that way, but going back, she supposes she is choosing her words precisely. “Respect. And Love. When everything you do and say is scrutinized by literally everyone, it seems important to be precise. If I can protect in that small way, I will.” Which is kind of silly, when you think about it, a mortal protecting a Goddess, but what else can she give the deity who’s given her everything? But his statement leads to another thought, something she’s considered before, urged in others. “If you could ask without getting dragged into something…” she begins slowly. “Would you? Because if I could ask Ludo why without worrying about getting killed, I would.” She drops the idea in his lap, unsure if it’ll take - unsure if it’s wise to even propose it, given how hell bent Ludo is on destroying the Ascended. The look that follows clearly says that she doesn’t think it possible to walk out of an audience with Ludo unscathed. And the Wraith isn’t so naive as to think that they two of them can solve all their problems with agreements or trades, but there are some things worth mentioning just for the sake of mentioning.
“Wherever I want to be,” she quips, far more blithe about this than anything else they’ve talked about. It might even be a humblebrag, if Wessex were prone to such things.
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
