redemption burns hot and bright

“In the Barracks for as long as possible,” she replies. “We all want to keep their involvement to a minimum. But if and when they have to go out, paired with a stronger Ascended. “ At least that’s the plan in her head. Except for her and Neron, who will likely be headed into the thick of it. Gods, what she wouldn’t do to hear Amun call her Princess and tell her she’s doing all she can. Not quite robotically, but quickly and with answers that have obviously been given quite a bit of (obsessive) thought, she roughly outlines the plan. “Me, primarily. And a couple of the other older, faster Ascended. We run, bringing them in from the Outskirts, Sanctuary and Fields, to the Ruins. Then it’s just me. Keeping them in a fake house. Somehow. Until I can teleport out and we burn it.” She shrugs. “At least that’s what it would be in a perfect world.” And this world is far, far from perfect. There are so many things that can go wrong, no plan would solve them all, not unless they all were superpowered demigods. Her gaze follows his down to the crystal, where she smiles sadly and nods. “Yeah. Hotaru’s lightning. I got it for our lightning storm expedition and just -” drifting off, her eyes never leave the magical prison; the last thing she has of the last person she’d begun to catch feelings for. It was hard to let go. But she would - for her family. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm