@webbest asked: ' ' We were never meant to be here at all . ' '
Old Gods of Appalachia Starters || Accepting
Wendy tries not to let her emotions show. She tries to keep a steely facade, an uncaring expression. But Webber’s comment strikes a chord with her. They were never meant to be here, they were an innocent child brought here by treachery and deceit. Wendy didn’t know why they were brought here, how they were tricked or even why. But she knew they were different then her.
Because unlike them she knew what she was doing when she listened to that god forsaken voice. She knew she was doing wrong and she did it anyways. She ignored the consequences and the warning signs that told her to stop. All so she could reap her selfish reward. Yet it blew up in her face. She got what she wanted, in a way. But she was also punished. Trapped to wander this hell like Cain after the murder of Abel. Like Cain she deserved this. She made her decision to construct that machine so she could reunite with her sister and now she was paying the price for trying to play god.
She knows he means her and him were never meant to be there. But he is wrong and she does not have the heart to tell him that. She can’t face the truth or at least she can’t have him face the truth. To have them know that she chose this when they believe she is innocent like they. The thought of their hatred is too much to bare. No matter how deserved it is.
"Whether we were meant to be here or not doesn’t matter anymore.” To keep from having her true feelings read she speaks bluntly. Her tone as cold as the wintry world around them and expression void of any form of emotion beyond detachment.
“What matters is that we are here now and we need to get out.” She takes his paw in her hand, using her free hand to hold up Abigail’s flower. The blood red color a stark contrast against the gray evening sky. Abigail’s spirit forms before the two children, floating only a couple of feet from them with her own expression reflecting that of Wendy’s. If one didn’t know better they could almost mistake Abigail’s spirit for Wendy’s. Wendy’s hand tightens around Webber’s paw in a small almost reassuring squeeze. “Together Abigail and I will work with you, to help you escape. You have my word.”
