WESSEX
They could probably argue in circles about listening and truly listening, but that shit’s exhausting and Wessex doesn’t feel like entertaining that kind of debate right now. If there’s bristling when he calls her rude, it softens as Darkeye continues - asking the questions she can actually answer. “Thanks.” Nodding, her top fangs start to worry the inside of her lip a bit as there’s a pause before she answers. “I think the war is bullshit, but we don’t have a way to stop it. I think there are a handful of mortals who genuinely want it, if only to try to kill all the Ascended and get rid of the Voice. But everyone else?” She shrugs and slumps forward a bit, elbows to knees as her gaze drifts over the Woodlands. “We’re forced - or feel forced to pick a side. Some are scared about being caught in the middle and fear neutrality is a death sentence. But me and all the rest of the Ascended? We’re going to be fighting for our lives.”
Shaking her head now, she pulls back up, straightening into something much more like a General. “I don’t want to kill anyone. I’d like to give them all lobotomies and take out the crazy racist parts and spend the rest of my days exploring Caido in peace. But if they’re intent on erasing us from the earth, I’m going to make it as difficult as possible.” And if that means killing, then so be it.
“And you should join us because it’s the right thing to do. Neither side is perfect or without blame. But at least we can say we just want to live and let live. Free will, you know? Worship whoever the fuck you want - or don’t. Who cares?” That is to say, Darkeye need not worship the Voice to join their side. He just needs to understand that they’re literally fighting for their lives. The others - not so much.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
