WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“I’ve given you plenty of solutions,” the Wraith says quietly, her voice cutting a chill through the cold, cold air. “… and you have excuses for all of them. I've done so much work, Sah. You want yet another idea?” Wessex laughs, a quiet huff without an accompanying white puff, and looks across to Sah again - this time, she’s genuinely incredulous.
“I don’t understand how you think you’ll stand up to a God when they try to kill the Voice - because only a God can. Six of them tried last time and they couldn’t do it. So you’ll throw your magic uselessly against them but you can’t promise not to use it against Ascended?” Alright. Okay. It doesn’t make any sense to her, but if that’s where he wants to try and plant his good-boy flag, he can go ahead and try. No brownie points here.
Shaking her head, she laughs again, bitter and suddenly very, very tired.
“You don’t want to do the right thing because it’s too hard. That's a privilege few have." Her side will be fighting for their right to exist, against him now, too. Against Gods he's joined, even though they hate him for what he is. It's his choice, though, and it would be her choice, later, to kill him.
“I’m done. Good luck.”
“I don’t understand how you think you’ll stand up to a God when they try to kill the Voice - because only a God can. Six of them tried last time and they couldn’t do it. So you’ll throw your magic uselessly against them but you can’t promise not to use it against Ascended?” Alright. Okay. It doesn’t make any sense to her, but if that’s where he wants to try and plant his good-boy flag, he can go ahead and try. No brownie points here.
Shaking her head, she laughs again, bitter and suddenly very, very tired.
“You don’t want to do the right thing because it’s too hard. That's a privilege few have." Her side will be fighting for their right to exist, against him now, too. Against Gods he's joined, even though they hate him for what he is. It's his choice, though, and it would be her choice, later, to kill him.
“I’m done. Good luck.”
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
