Weisa — EP27 Journal

Prisoner, they call me, and prisoner I can be for them. I will let my face be what they want it to be. I will make my Eyes wide, and I may even draw a solemn tear. Rigid be my spine, tall be my chin. But I will let them think I am a scared advisor, too far from home and out of her wits, wishing for mercy but scared I am not. Out of my wits, I am not either. I will stretch the thin layer of my pity for these lost souls and make it a veil to hide my hatred. My hatred, hot and seething, poisonous and bubbling with my hostility. This is what tortures me, that I cannot act it out. They insult me not by forcing our forfeit or by taking taking me as hostage, for that I can respect. But to animate the dead in order to battle, to mock Tezcatli herself is the most unholy act I have yet witnessed. My people, though brutal and cutthroat, understand that when Tezcatli opens her divine door to you, you bow to it. Only beasts would fight with such depravity as their weapon. Such dishonor drives the core of me mad. How I wish I could spit my venom on on them. And if they do need to slay me, I will. And it will be the holiest thing they have known. If the beast Constantine is to eat Jason, it will bless his insides with light too pure for him to stomach. My friends will prevail. And so will I. I will listen, I will watch. I will learn these men, no matter how much they repulse me, fools to let me into their lairs. I will suck everything out of the air I can without suffocating them. And still I will play the part. They need me to docile and scared my friends. There is nothing they can do to ever win.