[SE] A Peace of Luck

WESSEX

“Is your family headed to Torchline?” she asks, fairly sure that the answer is no, but would love to be pleasantly surprised. Perhaps Henry had worked his magic pragmatism on them.

That train of thought is then quickly wiped away by the unexpected find and as she hands the notebook over, she wonders if he’ll come to the same conclusion she does, that same heart-drop (unreal as it is for her), that same foreboding sense of doom settling closer about her head, even a vague sense of hopelessness. What’s the point? Maybe they should just give up.

“Yep,” is all she can grimly say, her tone flat and - wrong. Unusual for her. “I don’t know,” she continues, looking up at the ceiling because she can’t look at him, can’t admit that she’d thought she had such a good plan and now - now what? “It doesn’t say how well they made it into a house or whether there was a lure. I can probably do it and withstand the onslaught and I know they didn’t have - well, me, - back then - but -” But would it be enough? Fangs cut into her lower lip as she pauses to think about it when she catches sight of something.

Oh right, the gifts.

While bringing them back in front of her, she tries to talk it through. “We know nothing about what they had. So I can only assume they had less. And no Ascended, which means they needed fire. We don’t. We can also withstand the cold. I think it’s safe to say we have more power.” Or maybe she’s just trying to make herself feel better.

Idly pushing the two items towards him, the Wraith brings her gaze back down to him and considers the question. “Not force. Teamwork and good choices.” Which is, of course, fully out of her control.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all