It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“I think -” Wessex begins slowly, “That for many of us, we have to remember that it’s not out of malice. For the Order it is, I think. Maybe some others.” like Deimos she wants to say, but bites her tongue. Hard. Fluid lingers in her mouth and the elder sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“We could start with this -” It’s clear she’s improvising, maybe not pulling something out of her ass, but definitely flying by the seat of her proverbial pants. “Not killing. Your fire could - do a lot of damage. It could easily kill many of us. So you tell me who’s off limits, so to say. And then you agree not to use fire. And maybe we can do a little less damage.” Spreading her hands wide, she shrugs, shaking her head. It’s like throwing wet pasta against the wall and seeing what sticks.
“Or you find a way to keep the fighting to the demigods and just the demigods. I don’t know how. But, maybe - ?”
That way, it keeps the little person out of it.
“Maybe a series of personal promises are the way to go.”
“We could start with this -” It’s clear she’s improvising, maybe not pulling something out of her ass, but definitely flying by the seat of her proverbial pants. “Not killing. Your fire could - do a lot of damage. It could easily kill many of us. So you tell me who’s off limits, so to say. And then you agree not to use fire. And maybe we can do a little less damage.” Spreading her hands wide, she shrugs, shaking her head. It’s like throwing wet pasta against the wall and seeing what sticks.
“Or you find a way to keep the fighting to the demigods and just the demigods. I don’t know how. But, maybe - ?”
That way, it keeps the little person out of it.
“Maybe a series of personal promises are the way to go.”
