They’ll soon find out that if Wessex had indeed used the crystal earlier, it would have cracked and been no longer viable. And she wouldn’t be here, asking for fire.
Too bad she doesn’t know that, it would have been the perfect rebuttal.
Instead, the iron in her spine seems to contract, and whether that flash is out of her system or she recognizes the need to pull it back (yes, before he holds her hostage with the magic she needs), there is a cooling in her, as it tends to go.
“You know exactly what you said,” the Wraith throws back, crossing her hands over her chest and refusing to believe that he is truly so stupid as to think that commenting on not using magic and then saying it isn’t to be hoarded won’t draw a line in someone - anyone’s - brain. “If this were about me, I wouldn’t be here. This entire fucking season of planning and training has been about them. I wouldn’t have come to you if I didn’t think I had to.” Her jaw clenches, thinking of the people she’s charged with, the nights she’s stayed up weighing the pros and cons of each, whether or not she should relinquish the Eirachi’s magic for channeling, how to get everyone something to use.
He knows nothing about her. He moved to Halo, wears a fur coat, broods all over the place, and ought to change his name to Jon Snow.
“There are other magics I could fill it with, but we both know you've got the most powerful and your fire will be the most useful and it could save people you supposedly care about. Shouldn’t be about how you feel about me, right? So you can hold it hostage for a yes I already gave you when I made the request -” And she can go back to everyone and tell them he wouldn’t help. Tell the Warden. Wessex may not have overreacted, but at the end of the day, he’s the one with the super-powerful magic. “-or you can do everything you can to help.”
Like she’s about to tell Kiada, this is about something bigger than her. Deimos can rise to it. Or he can condemn them. His hand is around the cyrstal, not hers. WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
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