It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“I need several things, but I’m afraid you probably can’t help with any of them,” she replies after a soft chuckle. “Thank you for asking, though.” Despite his formal nature, she is rather oblivious to whether it’s an actual question or a gut response from his former life. Wessex continues to look at the mud as he’s shaped it. Death masks, Delphia, this house that he’s seemed to have created… all peculiar things to be interested in, in her very biased opinion. “Did you get the answers you needed from Delphia?” she asks as she squats down to one side of him and looks at her own little swathe of mud. “And what’s a death mask? Exactly what I think it is - a mask for the dead?”
