empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
If Wessex could melt, she would. Is there anything quite so warm and fuzzy as being told you’ve done well by your (for all intents and purposes) surrogate mother figure? “Thank you,” she whispers, reverential and fervent. lifting her face up to the Voice. The faintest glimmer of tears pool in the corners of her own as the reality she’s been pushing away whilst riding this high comes prowling to the forefront.
“I know. Though I did make some mistakes, I can own that.” And try to make up for them. There’s a big ‘ol apology and how can I make it up to you? coming for Edy, Peter, and Neron, mark her words. “The rest…” Wessex pulls herself up, straightening into something more like her usual self with a flinty hint of resolve in the twitch of her lips. She shrugs. “They have to learn to help themselves before blaming me.”
“This, though,” she says with an indication towards the Infernbow. “This was just dumb. I can’t even try to explain my thinking behind it.”
“I know. Though I did make some mistakes, I can own that.” And try to make up for them. There’s a big ‘ol apology and how can I make it up to you? coming for Edy, Peter, and Neron, mark her words. “The rest…” Wessex pulls herself up, straightening into something more like her usual self with a flinty hint of resolve in the twitch of her lips. She shrugs. “They have to learn to help themselves before blaming me.”
“This, though,” she says with an indication towards the Infernbow. “This was just dumb. I can’t even try to explain my thinking behind it.”
WESSEX
