WESSEX
Snorting as his definition of strong, Wessex shakes her head. “Nah, that’s bullshit. You don’t get to come in here and tell me what’s really strong is and isn’t.” She doesn’t buy his whole ‘older and wiser’ act when he starts to talk in absolutes. Deep down she knows he doesn’t fully understand their situation, but she can’t help the hackles that seem to raise at any insinuation she isn’t doing all she can - or isn’t strong. “Halo has said it’ll be neutral. Before that… most people didn’t they’d be able to escape the fighting, so they begrudgingly chose sides. Maybe with Halo’s declaration it’ll change, but… talking won’t fix anything any more.” Raising an eyebrow, she gives Darkeye a look. “Unless you want to go tell the Old Gods and their heralds to knock the war shit off?”
Which might happen, but he’ll either be laughed out of the shrine or smote on the spot. “Many of my siblings are utterly innocent. I’m not, but…” shrugging, the General refuses to go there right now and she doesn’t bother with more corrections. Glancing over at the grey-bearded man, Wessex offers a tight-lipped expression. “Any more questions?”
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
