eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia waits for Wessex's return, thrumming her fingers along the top of the table and letting her mind mull over the possibilities of something different. Something a majority of them must desire, and yet that cohesive solution seems more difficult and unattainable than simply.. fighting a war and seeing who comes out on top. The thought of giving in to that notion makes her feel sick to her stomach.
She frowns as she takes the glass from Wessex, not fully present in that singular moment. It isn't until the woman offers a cheers and begins to speak again that Aurelia's attentions are brought back from the depths of her own brooding.
She shrugs in agreement about promises being easy to break. "It depends on the clauses," she half-jokes, offering a brief smile before grimacing into her glass. Understanding the death sentence that losing is for the Ascended, Aurelia cannot help but feel moved by it every time it comes up. But what to do about it? Fight for them? She isn't so sure she could make a difference..
Wessex's question does put her on the spot and she stipulates for a moment, taken aback. She hadn't considered that before. "I don't know..." she admits at first, feeling guilty. Then something occurs to her, "I've seen the impacts this kind of strife has on a society. It isn't a pretty future if the Ascended lose that fight. I wouldn't side against you if I had the choice. But.. if someone close to me were to get dragged into it... it wouldn't be a choice anymore." Her jaw feathers with the tension that truth brings. Which side, at that point, wouldn't matter. "The only thing that matters to me is protecting the things- the people I care about. I'm sure you can understand that."
She frowns as she takes the glass from Wessex, not fully present in that singular moment. It isn't until the woman offers a cheers and begins to speak again that Aurelia's attentions are brought back from the depths of her own brooding.
She shrugs in agreement about promises being easy to break. "It depends on the clauses," she half-jokes, offering a brief smile before grimacing into her glass. Understanding the death sentence that losing is for the Ascended, Aurelia cannot help but feel moved by it every time it comes up. But what to do about it? Fight for them? She isn't so sure she could make a difference..
Wessex's question does put her on the spot and she stipulates for a moment, taken aback. She hadn't considered that before. "I don't know..." she admits at first, feeling guilty. Then something occurs to her, "I've seen the impacts this kind of strife has on a society. It isn't a pretty future if the Ascended lose that fight. I wouldn't side against you if I had the choice. But.. if someone close to me were to get dragged into it... it wouldn't be a choice anymore." Her jaw feathers with the tension that truth brings. Which side, at that point, wouldn't matter. "The only thing that matters to me is protecting the things- the people I care about. I'm sure you can understand that."
Aurelia
