WESSEX
Softening, the Wraith sighs, suddenly more than a little weary. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s okay for us to disagree. You have your experiences and I have mine.” He could be wrong in her eyes. She could be wrong in his (Goddess knows he wouldn’t be the first to think so). The world wouldn’t end because they didn’t see eye-to-eye on a nuanced and controversial topic. “Everyone has tried to talk to the Gods. But like I said, the Old Gods are determined to push us to war. It’s not up to the Voice to say yes or no. If she doesn’t fight - if my people don’t fight, we’ll all die because their people continue to hurt my people. Over and over and over and over again.” The Voice and Wessex have a responsibility to the rest of the Ascended. They can’t just do nothing.
As for letters? She wants to roll her eyes, but instead, Wessex shakes her head and looks down at her nails, picking at some dirt underneath ones. “More or less. They know. And like I said, not everyone on their side wants it either. No one is happy.” Except for maybe the Order - and even then, given the recent loss of their leader, they’re probably solidly in the ranks of the unhappy.
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
