PHOEBE
Ah, therein lay the rub that she was certain Remi would take issue with - choice. Phoebe frankly couldn't remember. One day she was living her life, next she was stepping out of a chrysalis. She didn't remember if she had gone to a shrine, or been called by Frey, or if the Herald had simply plucked her up just as they had set her back down. Her brow furrowed slightly, knowing how she responded might color Remi's interpretation of the situation irreparably. "I don't remember how exactly Frey came to get me. I don't remember a lot really, but I trust them and trust they wouldn't do anything I would not have consented to." Her memory of it was not so important to her. The trust she had for the god ran deep and that was enough.
"Rather, it seemed Frey was the one who had been left with little choice." she said, watching him for a reaction. "They told me about the war...and they needed someone to help protect that which would be caught in the cross fire." she said softly.
Half a year wasn't terrible...that was two seasons more or less. But more? That was worrisome. What had she missed? What had happened to... but it seemed the Lullaby was keen to discuss the current state of Torchline. "What's happened? Is Ronin alright? And the Halenani?" she asked, worry bubbling up.
"Rather, it seemed Frey was the one who had been left with little choice." she said, watching him for a reaction. "They told me about the war...and they needed someone to help protect that which would be caught in the cross fire." she said softly.
Half a year wasn't terrible...that was two seasons more or less. But more? That was worrisome. What had she missed? What had happened to... but it seemed the Lullaby was keen to discuss the current state of Torchline. "What's happened? Is Ronin alright? And the Halenani?" she asked, worry bubbling up.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
