[KQ] The Limit

They’ve woken something up. The earth shakes and the spire erupts, delivering a jolt of life to the bars of their barren, wretched cage. Something is happening, and they’re announcing it to the whole goddamn world. Wessex winces - not in fear and not from the noise, but because it’s going to draw everyone straight to them, and she’d rather not have had an audience for this. Whatever this is. She almost looks back at Rory, hearing his words in her ear: be careful, and her jest,I will. You can’t get rid of me that easily, meant to placate, to deflect the reality that bubbled up between them. She could die tonight. Again. For real. No one knows what’s been locked up in that phallus for centuries. If it’s anything like the Spire Demon, it could kill all of the Ascended. Easily. And that thought makes her pause. The two options spring up in front of her: 1. Go into the Spire 2. Wait. See what happens. Her mind begins to calculate the risks, analyze her systems and strengths as the team in front of her begins to move. What if all the Ascended die in there and it’s only… Bastien left to carry on their legacy? With a man like him, they’ll never replenish their numbers. On the other hand, how cowardly is it to bring them all here and then not enter? What kind of leadership is that? The Lady said she can’t be the hero of every story, nor should she be. Brightest of the bright ones also means she needs to be smart about her actions. Sometimes that means caution over action. Wessex growls in frustration as she watches the team split. Even Samuel comes running in to help, which means others will be on his heels. Self-preservation and a savior complex war within the de facto Ascended leader, and for once, she is mired in indecision. And she hates it. In the end, she knows she will not be so lucky as to be re-reborn. And this life, what she has become, what she can see herself being, the people here, they win over her deep-deep-deep-seated need for glory. Pausing at the opening, Wessex shakes her head as most everyone hurles themselves forward. Let the rampaging idiots come past her. She will be their backup, if they need any. And she prays her Team will all come back out alive. ------------------ Wessex to Reserve Team. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here