we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Wessex nods, lips pressed thinly together. “Yep. The one Nate was helping me find. We failed, but -” she shrugs. The deity was found anyway. No harm, no foul, just a lost reward, if there was any.
Glancing around at the wagons, the Wraith can’t help but think that by the looks of these leather-skinned and wagon-bound people, that the twins might be better off with Sunjata and Nate. She’s trying to imagine their lives and how different - but then again, perhaps not so different - from her own it might be and almost misses the Flood’s offer entirely. “Oh. Sure, do you think you can? I can always wait if you want to shop first.” Hell, she might even peruse the strang wares, too.
Glancing around at the wagons, the Wraith can’t help but think that by the looks of these leather-skinned and wagon-bound people, that the twins might be better off with Sunjata and Nate. She’s trying to imagine their lives and how different - but then again, perhaps not so different - from her own it might be and almost misses the Flood’s offer entirely. “Oh. Sure, do you think you can? I can always wait if you want to shop first.” Hell, she might even peruse the strang wares, too.
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