Ophelia
Ophelia may have been freed of their chains by The Voice, but they are still trained with the expectation of total obedience. Though it is not their father's voice uttering the command, they still as if motion is a long lost concept, poised frozen in their stance. Wessex's small smile finally causes them to blink, as if coming back to themself, and they smile back for a moment. But there is a question to be answered, and Ophelia's eyes trace the tangle of their limbs and weapons.
"Though I wouldn't necessarily feel it, you could remove my leg with enough force if the blade was sharp enough." It's still novel, the idea that they could so easily be dismembered and continue living. "I also would have to move to hand-to-hand here, since I wasn't able to shove you back." There is no disappointment in their tone, only expectation as their eyes return to Wessex, hoping their answer is satisfactory - and trusting the General will follow up with some sort of lesson or correction.
"Though I wouldn't necessarily feel it, you could remove my leg with enough force if the blade was sharp enough." It's still novel, the idea that they could so easily be dismembered and continue living. "I also would have to move to hand-to-hand here, since I wasn't able to shove you back." There is no disappointment in their tone, only expectation as their eyes return to Wessex, hoping their answer is satisfactory - and trusting the General will follow up with some sort of lesson or correction.
With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
