I write sins, not tragedies
“Yes, and you haven’t always thought things through.” Wessex reminds him, perhaps a bit more crisply than she intended. “But this -” she indicates the two of them now, talking like people who were actually on the same side, “Seems like a good step for both of us in the right direction.”
Nodding a bit, she well remembers his fall from grace and hums thoughtfully when he mentions his remaining upgrades. “Okay. Good to know. Perhaps another defense-oriented thing would work, then.” But as she begins to think on what might mesh well with the bookmaker and everyone else’s upgrades, the Wraith remembers something the Voice mentioned to her in their last conversation.
“Ah, sorry, I have to ask. The Voice mentioned a peace thing you were working on. Was that you on the Notice Board? What’s that about?” It’s the first she’d heard about it, and she figures it’s best to hear about it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. That he’d done it didn’t bother her - it was the implications for his involvement, or lack thereof, that was concerning.
Nodding a bit, she well remembers his fall from grace and hums thoughtfully when he mentions his remaining upgrades. “Okay. Good to know. Perhaps another defense-oriented thing would work, then.” But as she begins to think on what might mesh well with the bookmaker and everyone else’s upgrades, the Wraith remembers something the Voice mentioned to her in their last conversation.
“Ah, sorry, I have to ask. The Voice mentioned a peace thing you were working on. Was that you on the Notice Board? What’s that about?” It’s the first she’d heard about it, and she figures it’s best to hear about it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. That he’d done it didn’t bother her - it was the implications for his involvement, or lack thereof, that was concerning.
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