It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“Do you?” Wessex challenges, perhaps a bit more forceful than she intended, but still light enough to not be hitting him over the head with a lead pipe of a phrase. It turns out to be premature as the man eventually comes to the same conclusion as the Wraith: that he’s ignorant. “Because ignorance here will get you killed, or worse, make you responsible for the death of others.”
Wessex would know. Her own inability to ask questions had lead to deaths and an irreversible situation. An asinine situation, but one she has to deal with all the same. If her arms aren’t crossed already, they are now as she sets herself in for a bit of a battle.
“Did you know that giving up pieces of yourself creates weapons to use against us? The Fae came asking for parts for a quest from Safrin, who last year made a door that killed an Ascended child. And the Grounds' Queen. So it isn't likely that that request, considering who it's from, will be used to help us.” A ragged, raw tendril of grief seems to rise from nowhere as she mentions their deaths, fists seeming to clench in on themselves against her sides. “Did you know that a Fae also attacked and seriously injured one of us in Torchline? That Ludo has told several of his followers to kill us? Or that another Ascended mysteriously ended up in pieces in a box with a note calling for our deaths?”
Ignorance won’t keep them safe. “Has blinding yourself to the truth about what’s going on around you ever helped anything?” If he remains outside the fold, there may not be a future for him. He's in danger. They're all in danger. And he could make it all worse if he doesn't wisen the fuck up.
Wessex would know. Her own inability to ask questions had lead to deaths and an irreversible situation. An asinine situation, but one she has to deal with all the same. If her arms aren’t crossed already, they are now as she sets herself in for a bit of a battle.
“Did you know that giving up pieces of yourself creates weapons to use against us? The Fae came asking for parts for a quest from Safrin, who last year made a door that killed an Ascended child. And the Grounds' Queen. So it isn't likely that that request, considering who it's from, will be used to help us.” A ragged, raw tendril of grief seems to rise from nowhere as she mentions their deaths, fists seeming to clench in on themselves against her sides. “Did you know that a Fae also attacked and seriously injured one of us in Torchline? That Ludo has told several of his followers to kill us? Or that another Ascended mysteriously ended up in pieces in a box with a note calling for our deaths?”
Ignorance won’t keep them safe. “Has blinding yourself to the truth about what’s going on around you ever helped anything?” If he remains outside the fold, there may not be a future for him. He's in danger. They're all in danger. And he could make it all worse if he doesn't wisen the fuck up.
