you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Torn between genuinely startled and an eye roll at how he has definitely not kept himself in once piece, Wessex raises an eyebrow. Is that also some good ‘ol frustration release she sees? Not that the Wraith is one to judge, she’s wailed on Amun and vice versa, just to feel a little better. “Nothing good,” she replies solemnly, watching as he goes to get a drink of water.
“You might want something stronger than that,” she replies, then adds quickly. “I’ll take one too.” Doesn’t matter what time it is - she likes to think that after the initial news is delivered, that Weaver would want them all drinking in her honor. If not merry, then definitely not depressed. Waiting until Sunjata returns with their drinks, she takes her and refrains from sipping, looking at it a second too long. Glancing at the Guildmaster, she make sure he’s sitting before ripping out his proverbial sutures again.
“It’s Weaver. She’s dead.”
“You might want something stronger than that,” she replies, then adds quickly. “I’ll take one too.” Doesn’t matter what time it is - she likes to think that after the initial news is delivered, that Weaver would want them all drinking in her honor. If not merry, then definitely not depressed. Waiting until Sunjata returns with their drinks, she takes her and refrains from sipping, looking at it a second too long. Glancing at the Guildmaster, she make sure he’s sitting before ripping out his proverbial sutures again.
“It’s Weaver. She’s dead.”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
