It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
What Anden sees in the Wraith’s eyes may very well be what happens when one is no longer afraid of dying; when someone has conquered their past, been broken, and risen - stronger than ever before. Strength and pride in the face of adversity isn’t a crime, it’s who Wessex is, but he doesn’t know that, does he? He doesn’t know her at all. It’s why she’s Queen. It’s why she’s survived this long and risen this high.
“Have you ever seen an Aspen grove?” Wessex says after a moment, having heard the boy’s words and rejecting them as something that didn’t apply to this situation, while still grasping on to that analogy. Sure, trees can be like that, but the Ascended weren’t. “There’s never just one Aspen tree in an area because they’re part of a connected root system. They seem singular, but they’re all from the same seed. That’s what Ascended are like. We’re family.” Whether he likes it or not, the are.
One death won’t necessarily hurt them; but they’re definitely stronger together. Able to take more space. Harder to get rid of, if you happen to think they need be eradicated.
She’s about to go on when he blurts out something undeniably rude. Her eyes narrow in response, lips pursing together, restraining the sharp snap on her tongue. “That was uncalled for.” Precise. Flat. The demigoddess might seem to narrow and hone into something more prickly now, someone who tried to be kind and protecting and doesn’t take well to being shot down. “If you’ve got a problem with me, say it. I don’t do passive-aggressiveness.”
“Have you ever seen an Aspen grove?” Wessex says after a moment, having heard the boy’s words and rejecting them as something that didn’t apply to this situation, while still grasping on to that analogy. Sure, trees can be like that, but the Ascended weren’t. “There’s never just one Aspen tree in an area because they’re part of a connected root system. They seem singular, but they’re all from the same seed. That’s what Ascended are like. We’re family.” Whether he likes it or not, the are.
One death won’t necessarily hurt them; but they’re definitely stronger together. Able to take more space. Harder to get rid of, if you happen to think they need be eradicated.
She’s about to go on when he blurts out something undeniably rude. Her eyes narrow in response, lips pursing together, restraining the sharp snap on her tongue. “That was uncalled for.” Precise. Flat. The demigoddess might seem to narrow and hone into something more prickly now, someone who tried to be kind and protecting and doesn’t take well to being shot down. “If you’ve got a problem with me, say it. I don’t do passive-aggressiveness.”
