we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
For those who had softer hearts, yes, it probably was cruel. Wessex had simply been happy to see their faces again. She shrugs. “I made peace with my choice years ago, if it was intended to be cruel, it fell short of its mark. I do miss my sister, though. I think she would have loved to see how beautiful the rest of the world is.” And she’d gained a whole other family in the meantime - a different kind of family, but a family nonetheless, complete with a wonderful Mother. But there was one member of her family who’d been affected by Ludo. “Ludo also forced Isla’s soul into a unicorn’s body instead of letting it go to the Voice. Left her there to waste away.” Which, to Wessex, seems cruel.
“Between that and Safrin making a door that could kill Ascended without telling us it would do so -” she shakes her head, still bitter about that whole LongNight. Deimos. Everything, really. “ - she killed a good Queen and a child. Purposefully.”
She looks out across the water, to the other side of the river, growing still as Loki screeches encouragingly to the other above her. “The heralds’ve been trying to hurt us and punish us for a long time. We just want to live.”
“Between that and Safrin making a door that could kill Ascended without telling us it would do so -” she shakes her head, still bitter about that whole LongNight. Deimos. Everything, really. “ - she killed a good Queen and a child. Purposefully.”
She looks out across the water, to the other side of the river, growing still as Loki screeches encouragingly to the other above her. “The heralds’ve been trying to hurt us and punish us for a long time. We just want to live.”
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