[SWE] The Core and the Voice

As soon as The Ascended can ascertain that Amalia and Rory are in far more knowledgeable and capable hands than her own, surrounded by people who care, Wessex looks down at the blonde man before a fit of coughing wracks his lungs and her eyes say it all. A familiar big guy came through (that fucker from Ludo’s festival) and said the top part had managed to get through. Which means she’s going in. “I’ll be back,” she says quietly and  confidently, before placing his hand gingerly down on his chest. “You rest.” And then she’s off, choosing not to think about Kristopher’s head, how shitty Lucas looked, or the fact that she hasn’t seen Aedion or Samuel. Caught a glimpse of 108, but that’s all it was - a glimpse. The warrior bounds up the stairs and when she gets to the top, almost comes to a full stop. She drinks in the sight, half fascinated, half vaguely repulsed by the practically mummified woman hanging from the ceiling like some kind of gruesome art deco chandelier. So Wessex beholds her Maker. And she is silent, though she does push up through the small group to stand beside 108. Whatever is going to happen, she wants a front row seat. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here