It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Things are never as simple as they should be, are they? Looking at Aurelia from across the table, Wessex shakes her head slightly and exhales, “Well… fuck.” Not wanting to seem like she’s pitying the woman, she takes a sip of her drink and stares into the quickly diminishing bit of whiskey and tries to figure out what to say next.
Sometimes nothing is the best answer. Unfortunately that isn’t what the demigod goes with, because she’s been really trying lately to be better at being comforting and understanding emotions. And this conversation seems more low-risk than some others. “Why don’t you think it’s good? I was gonna say that as long as you have hope…” shrugging, she gestures vaguely to beyond the Kraai’s walls, “We’ve had folks disappear and reappear - hell, even the dead are coming back to life. Did your old world have gods that could do that? Or… people?”
Whether or not the Voice could do something like that is far beyond her demigod’s ken. Again, she exhales, puffing out her cheeks under the weight of the question. “I... don’t know. She’s always said that with time, anything might be possible, but I really don’t know how the portals work. If they’re intentional or random. She’s always insinuated that the people brought here were brought for a purpose, so it can’t hurt to ask.”
Maybe Wessex would learn something new about the portals too, if she went with Aurelia.
Sometimes nothing is the best answer. Unfortunately that isn’t what the demigod goes with, because she’s been really trying lately to be better at being comforting and understanding emotions. And this conversation seems more low-risk than some others. “Why don’t you think it’s good? I was gonna say that as long as you have hope…” shrugging, she gestures vaguely to beyond the Kraai’s walls, “We’ve had folks disappear and reappear - hell, even the dead are coming back to life. Did your old world have gods that could do that? Or… people?”
Whether or not the Voice could do something like that is far beyond her demigod’s ken. Again, she exhales, puffing out her cheeks under the weight of the question. “I... don’t know. She’s always said that with time, anything might be possible, but I really don’t know how the portals work. If they’re intentional or random. She’s always insinuated that the people brought here were brought for a purpose, so it can’t hurt to ask.”
Maybe Wessex would learn something new about the portals too, if she went with Aurelia.
