It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
After a moment of consideration, Wessex replies to his inquiry truthfully. “The Wraith. Bitch. Unreasonable.” That last one brings a quiet chuckle as she thinks back to Morgan’s assessment of her. Oh yes, quite unreasonable when she puts her mind to it. The list could go on and on, but those qualities are more than enough for a first impression.
But she’s confident in herself enough to laugh it off, the promise of eternal life (so long as she doesn’t get stupid and the Voice doesn’t disappear) enough to put some kind of long-termperspective in her. A month. Well, that’s not long at all, and yet long enough to have formed some opinions, she assumes. She assumes there will be questions for her, and perhaps he can answer some of her own. If there’s one thing about Outlanders that she finds fascinating, its the variety of worlds they come from.
“Yes,” comes quickly in response to his question. “But not a Halo local. I was born and raised in the Hallowed Grounds.” She take a sip of the liquor. “And where did you come from? Before. That’s a unique accent. Don’t think I’ve ever heard it in any others.”
But she’s confident in herself enough to laugh it off, the promise of eternal life (so long as she doesn’t get stupid and the Voice doesn’t disappear) enough to put some kind of long-termperspective in her. A month. Well, that’s not long at all, and yet long enough to have formed some opinions, she assumes. She assumes there will be questions for her, and perhaps he can answer some of her own. If there’s one thing about Outlanders that she finds fascinating, its the variety of worlds they come from.
“Yes,” comes quickly in response to his question. “But not a Halo local. I was born and raised in the Hallowed Grounds.” She take a sip of the liquor. “And where did you come from? Before. That’s a unique accent. Don’t think I’ve ever heard it in any others.”
