WESSEX
That’s… a lot for Wessex to digest at once. She listens (very carefully, I might add) and is utterly baffled by some things, particularly regarding sex and marriage and slavery, whilst being able to draw comparisons to the re-writing and exploitation for one’s gain. In the end, all she can utter is an “I see,” and sit back quietly, beginning to understand why Chuy was skeptical of godly things. “I just have one question. Well, that’s probably a lie, but -” waving that aside, she continues, “There’s really no evidence of godly things? Even we know the sun rises and falls by itself, the seasons change, whatever. But what about… oh, a sudden gift that appears, a power? A miracle?” Pensively, she throws one more word out. “The unexplained. Or is the science in your world so good that you can explain everything?” The Wraith seems to temporarily have the wonder of a younger person. So many Outlanders have come with other ideas - some good, some bad - but they’d shown the Naturals unequivocally new things. Like Remi, with his alchemy and inventions.
As for her, he has the right of it - the right of Caido, as he’ll soon find out with Weaver - death, death, everywhere, and still its people live and drink. They go doggedly on. “Two and a half years?” she muses, counting the Deepfrosts and the events. “Something like that. Depends on when you start counting. After my sister died, I saw similar signs of the disease in me. And I wasn’t ready to go, yet, so with nothing to lose I went to the Voice and Ascended. And then when I died again she remade me.” And then there’s the third time, when she became a demigod, but that seems like it might be confusing. It is, even for Wessex sometimes.
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
