we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
If Wessex didn’t see the flash of something personal in Sah’s eyes, the way he spoke about war was enough to clue her in to his experiences. But as she listens to his words - all of which are undoubtedly true, things she knows in the back of her head but have never seen in person - one thing becomes very obvious: he doesn’t understand.
For this, she can let his insinuations of responsibility pass unchallenged, proverbial hackles falling instead of baring her fangs in return.
“Well,” she begins once he’s drawn his tirade to a close. “It’s true, you don’t understand. I’m not even sure all of us do. We’re all pawns in the Gods’ fight and this was set in motion three hundred years ago. This is round two. Someone has to win, and everyone knows it.” Matter-of-fact up until then, Wessex sighs and address the second question. “I hope you’ll choose the side that doesn’t want to kill a whole race of people. Some of us are literally fighting for our lives and the right to exist.”
For this, she can let his insinuations of responsibility pass unchallenged, proverbial hackles falling instead of baring her fangs in return.
“Well,” she begins once he’s drawn his tirade to a close. “It’s true, you don’t understand. I’m not even sure all of us do. We’re all pawns in the Gods’ fight and this was set in motion three hundred years ago. This is round two. Someone has to win, and everyone knows it.” Matter-of-fact up until then, Wessex sighs and address the second question. “I hope you’ll choose the side that doesn’t want to kill a whole race of people. Some of us are literally fighting for our lives and the right to exist.”
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