WESSEX
the wraith
It’s true, she is the cold, calculating hand of the Voice, just the kind of leader she’d always said she’d be. Protecting her people. Making the hard decisions. Their doors had always been open to anyone who wanted to live in the Grounds and work with the Ascended. And one by one, her allies had disappeared, in Caido’s peculiar fashion. Her heart yearns for Henry and Aurelia, Morgan and Juniper and Lillianne. Alas, she must keep moving forward without them. Ascended and Grounders first. If that’s what made her cold and calculating, then so be it, she’d argue that Ronin and Remi are exactly the same way, just held to different standards. “You came with accusations, not warnings,” she replies simply. “I know exactly what you’re telling me, and you’re not listening to what I’m telling you: you have no evidence. Even less of a motive, beyond you always hurt the ones you love.” Scoffing, the Wraith shrugs. What he’s presented her is circumstantial, at best. “None of that seems like you actually want to help, other than telling me about a rumor. So, truly, thank you for that.” She really would warn Neron, but something tells Wessex that Halo would have their sights set on other things, with only half a year left between now and the beginning of the war.
Then again, Wessex has been wrong before.
“I don’t care about what you think of me. I don’t answer to you. I answer to the Voice, my family, and the Grounders. If you want to live here, with us, that would change things. Now, you have questions about the Stormbreak incident?”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
