i say i'd do it all again, but i hate paying for my sins
Wessex’s question is aired on the heels of his own – something different yet still enough to figure out what happened to Nikolai in the woods. All the while, he continues to pour the mortar into the bucket that Wessex has so generously held. She pops the lid on and he adds some to the top to keep it sealed just as she indicates.
“Those bears aren’t to be messed with.” He agrees with an air of nostalgia, though the grin that crosses his face as he moves onto the next set with Wessex gives him away, as does the playful wink sent the demigod’s direction. “Neither are these.” He tacks on, gesturing to the weaponry they’re attaching to the buckets as he goes to pour more of the binding in.
Varus keeps on filling the buckets with Wessex’s help!
“Those bears aren’t to be messed with.” He agrees with an air of nostalgia, though the grin that crosses his face as he moves onto the next set with Wessex gives him away, as does the playful wink sent the demigod’s direction. “Neither are these.” He tacks on, gesturing to the weaponry they’re attaching to the buckets as he goes to pour more of the binding in.
Varus keeps on filling the buckets with Wessex’s help!
VARUS
