(SE) dying on promises

She gives him a look out of the corner of her eyes. “You know,” Wessex insists playfully, mock pushing him away as if theyre having a drunk conversation instead of… whatever this is, this delusional mish-mash of words and meanings. “Magrethe. And you. And Nate.” She gestures to indicate that the three of them are together or that he should know what she’s talking about (shouldn’t everybody, she’s being perfectly clear). “Short. Blonde.” A long pause as she stares at him because there’s really only one person who fits that description. “My sister.” How can he forget? Sunjata is her doublinaw and you need two people for that kind of title. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm