broken cigarettes and bullet holes, one more to the chest and i'm alone
He listens diligently, the words from his goddess sparking a plan into motion among the others of attaining more spies. It’s something he can absolutely try to do, siphon off the manticore and share among his fellow Ascended’s. And if, perchance, he had used the shift (given it away to another) then perhaps the Lullaby might be willing to get him have a couple more.
If nothing else, then perhaps he’d allow Isla her own, one which he might be able to take and share as well. It’s a thought that he debates whether it’s better to talk to Isla about or keep secret, but now is not the time for it.
Instead, he dips his head in understanding, his blue gaze lifting to meet the Voice. “It’s certainly worth a try.” He agrees. “Thank you.” He steps back beside Wessex, casting a knowing glance toward the Queen, before he draws silent.
If nothing else, then perhaps he’d allow Isla her own, one which he might be able to take and share as well. It’s a thought that he debates whether it’s better to talk to Isla about or keep secret, but now is not the time for it.
Instead, he dips his head in understanding, his blue gaze lifting to meet the Voice. “It’s certainly worth a try.” He agrees. “Thank you.” He steps back beside Wessex, casting a knowing glance toward the Queen, before he draws silent.
VARUS
