Elide
Elide, vaguely, figured that Deimos had known about the events that had been planned to unfold this upcoming LongNight. However, how involved, how much he knew beyond his own experiences in the Grounds - that part she was uncertain of. Before Wessex's message, Elide had presumed much the same as he had. That she would not be forced to fight this battle. Now, though, she was not so sure. Of course she wanted to help, and her muscles stiffen in protest at the idea of refusing. However, with her level of experience, she doesn't pretend she could be more than what she is now.
Ambition roils inside of her mix and mash of inorganic parts. It rears its head at the possibility that all hope for any future might be lost to gnashing shadows. At least it is a death she could be proud of; fighting until her last breath. Disappointment clouds over it all, though, at how soon it may happen. All of the dreams she has falling away because of someone else's nightmare.
"If..." her tone becomes guarded over that one little word, "if the Voice wants us there, she will have us. Do not doubt that she can summon Ascended from any crevice of Caido. After all, she brought many of them back from the realm of the dead..." her gaze is urging, "It is not without reason that she did. Bringing back lost lives, that's not a random act of kindness. She needed more of us to fight for her - for each other. That has always been her mission, has it not? Why she resurrected the Spire to let in Outlanders - so they could break down the Barrier and release her and her beloved Ascended." Now they would have to be instrumental pawns in ridding the Grounds of monsters.
Elide straightens her back, but no breath is taken to stabilize her shaking resolve. The only thing that could calm her nerves is knowing more. "Tell me everything you know. Tell me as if I know nothing." She does know about LongNight, she isn't ignorant to the history there. However, she's never experienced LongNight in the Grounds - and experience is much more valuable than anything you could read about it.
Ambition roils inside of her mix and mash of inorganic parts. It rears its head at the possibility that all hope for any future might be lost to gnashing shadows. At least it is a death she could be proud of; fighting until her last breath. Disappointment clouds over it all, though, at how soon it may happen. All of the dreams she has falling away because of someone else's nightmare.
"If..." her tone becomes guarded over that one little word, "if the Voice wants us there, she will have us. Do not doubt that she can summon Ascended from any crevice of Caido. After all, she brought many of them back from the realm of the dead..." her gaze is urging, "It is not without reason that she did. Bringing back lost lives, that's not a random act of kindness. She needed more of us to fight for her - for each other. That has always been her mission, has it not? Why she resurrected the Spire to let in Outlanders - so they could break down the Barrier and release her and her beloved Ascended." Now they would have to be instrumental pawns in ridding the Grounds of monsters.
Elide straightens her back, but no breath is taken to stabilize her shaking resolve. The only thing that could calm her nerves is knowing more. "Tell me everything you know. Tell me as if I know nothing." She does know about LongNight, she isn't ignorant to the history there. However, she's never experienced LongNight in the Grounds - and experience is much more valuable than anything you could read about it.
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
