eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
She reflects on her own experiences, knowing firsthand that she's previously been among those that fought for their own personal convictions, grudges, ambitions. But there were many she killed that wanted nothing more than to escape, to live freely.
"I can agree to that," she says, adding on as a warning, "so long as it's not my life or theirs... but, I can tell you off the bat that I want Sunjata to make it out of all this okay. He's like family to me. I know Nate's one of your own and he's a demi now, so it's... different. But Sunjata's in bed with Safrin." Quite literally. "He's strong, too, but I worry that might work against him." What might be expected of him? She sighs forcefully, exasperated. "I don't know. What can we even expect?" Frustration seeps through into her tones as she grimaces and her teeth grit.
As for leaving out the little guy, and personal promises? There's hope in some of that and there's not, and trying to navigate towards the best option is difficult - but important. Almost precarious, like any wrong choice could make or break.
"Maybe. Like you said, promises can only go so far. People will fight with everything they have once it's down to the bone, but... until then, maybe that's our best bet."
Settling, Aurelia's brows pinch as she regards Wessex with a new perspective of the woman that sits before her. "Thank you for.. talking to me about all of this, Wessex. And for all the help with everything else. I hope we're wrong, and that none of this will be necessary," she flinches, "but if we're not, I'll remember the promise I've made here."
"I can agree to that," she says, adding on as a warning, "so long as it's not my life or theirs... but, I can tell you off the bat that I want Sunjata to make it out of all this okay. He's like family to me. I know Nate's one of your own and he's a demi now, so it's... different. But Sunjata's in bed with Safrin." Quite literally. "He's strong, too, but I worry that might work against him." What might be expected of him? She sighs forcefully, exasperated. "I don't know. What can we even expect?" Frustration seeps through into her tones as she grimaces and her teeth grit.
As for leaving out the little guy, and personal promises? There's hope in some of that and there's not, and trying to navigate towards the best option is difficult - but important. Almost precarious, like any wrong choice could make or break.
"Maybe. Like you said, promises can only go so far. People will fight with everything they have once it's down to the bone, but... until then, maybe that's our best bet."
Settling, Aurelia's brows pinch as she regards Wessex with a new perspective of the woman that sits before her. "Thank you for.. talking to me about all of this, Wessex. And for all the help with everything else. I hope we're wrong, and that none of this will be necessary," she flinches, "but if we're not, I'll remember the promise I've made here."
Aurelia
