WESSEX
the wraith
Morgan embodies briskness and the cold sharpness that is Halo, Wessex thinks to herself as the Captain arrives. She gives a nod in greeting, still stuck in the comparisons between this one and Weaver and Noah. There’s a common thread that she’s come to enjoy, but the way it manifests in each is fascination to observe. “And thank you for waiting another day for this conversation.” Right. Start out with politeness. My, but she’s having a number of these conversations lately - perhaps this one will go better than the rest, but Wessex ain’t holding her non-existent breath over it. As for where she might want to begin, there’s a brief furrow of her brow before she lights up. “I suppose I should start with that I’m not trying to persuade you to like Her. Or me. I’ve got a bit of a unique perspective, which I’m happy to share, but if you have specific questions we can also stick to those.” Shrugging, she turns a little more to Morgan and waits for the first - or first couple - of questions.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
