I write sins, not tragedies
Everyone’s expectations - including his, if she thinks back to the times they’d gone head-to-head about the Monsters and getting rid of them. Do this, don’t do this, save the Grounds, but put her family at risk, open a portal, bear the fallout, keep the babies safe. “Yep. As many people have told me lately, you just can’t please everyone. But it’ll be nice to hand that responsibility off and do what I do best.” Looking directly at Sam, she grins, suddenly quite amused with herself. “Stabbing people. And teaching others to stab people.”
Get it? Cause - yeah. He probably gets it.
Regardless, there’s something sad to her about the bookworm not making any more books. He has a point - that it seems fruitless - but it’s sad nonetheless. When they reach a fork in the road, Wessex stops and looks up towards Theskyra House and then back towards Sam. This is her stop. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you can make books again. And I’ll see you at the Underground, yeah?”
Like hell she was going to miss an opportunity to explore.
Get it? Cause - yeah. He probably gets it.
Regardless, there’s something sad to her about the bookworm not making any more books. He has a point - that it seems fruitless - but it’s sad nonetheless. When they reach a fork in the road, Wessex stops and looks up towards Theskyra House and then back towards Sam. This is her stop. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you can make books again. And I’ll see you at the Underground, yeah?”
Like hell she was going to miss an opportunity to explore.
WESSEX
