It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Snort-laughing quietly into her glass at the question, Wessex takes a larger gulp, which feels oddly justified by Aurelia’s answer. It’s a familiar answer. A justification. And it tells her everything she needs to know - well, almost everything.
“Of course I do. My fight isn’t just for people I care about, it’s for -“ she gestures vaguely to the room. “The right for people in my world to change and evolve. All of ‘em. Live and let live.”
Not knowing Aurelia, it’s hard for the Wraith to know who to talk about, but she can take a random stab with Torchline. “Torchline may be split - Nate’s a demigod now. He’s been drawn into it. Sunjata has a child with Safrin, he's drawn into it too.” She bites her tongue, willing the challenge to fall back down her throat and into her mechanical gut, erased by the whiskey she keeps drinking, to no effect.
“I’m heavily biased. I’m sorry. It’s not for lack of trying. Maybe your eyes are fresher - how do you think we bridge the gap?”
“Of course I do. My fight isn’t just for people I care about, it’s for -“ she gestures vaguely to the room. “The right for people in my world to change and evolve. All of ‘em. Live and let live.”
Not knowing Aurelia, it’s hard for the Wraith to know who to talk about, but she can take a random stab with Torchline. “Torchline may be split - Nate’s a demigod now. He’s been drawn into it. Sunjata has a child with Safrin, he's drawn into it too.” She bites her tongue, willing the challenge to fall back down her throat and into her mechanical gut, erased by the whiskey she keeps drinking, to no effect.
“I’m heavily biased. I’m sorry. It’s not for lack of trying. Maybe your eyes are fresher - how do you think we bridge the gap?”
