I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Ah, clearly she’s asking the wrong question, which she couldn’t possibly have known before now. Yep, he got her. Making a face because yeah, she gets it, Wessex makes an amused sound. “Alright, then what’s your first name?”
These old-timers are odd. Aamu with no last name and someone who goes by their last name and has a face she already recognizes. Then there was 108, who’d forgotten their name and just knew the year they were made. How else have things changed, she wonders to herself, still half-living in the world he’d painted for her.
“And how would you feel about working as a team for training?” She begins to wander back towards the way she'd come, taking her time to weave between the ruins and climb up and over others.
These old-timers are odd. Aamu with no last name and someone who goes by their last name and has a face she already recognizes. Then there was 108, who’d forgotten their name and just knew the year they were made. How else have things changed, she wonders to herself, still half-living in the world he’d painted for her.
“And how would you feel about working as a team for training?” She begins to wander back towards the way she'd come, taking her time to weave between the ruins and climb up and over others.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
