My cathedral is the badlands

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster What makes them suited to Halo? Wessex chuckles, opening her arms wide so the Guard can take a good look at her comparatively scanty clothing. How could the implications be missed? “Isn’t it obvious? ” If it’s not, she can elaborate, but the Wraith can’t possibly know that Morgan doesn’t know their other tricks. The judgement, however, begins to grate on the Wraith’s ears. So at Morgan’s next question, she crosses her arm and raises her brow ever so slightly. “Didn’t know we needed a common enemy to be allies. Purely the fact that we can withstand the cold better than others should be enough.” She shakes her head in mock dismay. “Cold kills. Deepfrost must be terrible here. But your tone betrays your disdain.” Tsk-ing quietly to herself, Wessex takes a few steps forward, giving the Captain a wide berth as she moves to leave. Why stick around for ignorance?