“Then lead the way, Wildflower,” he invites. She throws back her head and chortles, a boisterous sound that he’ll never get tired of hearing. “Oh, and when this is over, we’re soooo coming back to this spot.” “I’m always pumped to raise hell with you,” he says. Wonder glances at Malice while adjusting the straps of her quartz archery. The swaggering god and sour goddess trudge into the forest, marching alongside their class, forming one insurgent line. Until they get their heads out of their asses and give the final legend a try, this class has a contingency plan to act out.
The rage god strides next to her, keeping up with the pace while they each balance weapons of neon and iron.Įnvy and Sorrow avert their gazes from each other, like that’s going to make a damned difference. The goddess hops on her immortal skateboard and cruises ahead, the wheels shearing smoothly through grass as if on solid ground. Love skips after him, linking their arms together.Īnger and Merry trade sappy glances and follow. Done gawking at the landscape, he limps down the incline while armed with his frost crossbow.
It’s up to us to make the first leap,” Wonder adds. They stare at one another, like Andrew’s speech had never occurred to any of them. For a mate who can’t shut up, he’s got something there.Įveryone stalls. So maybe…I don’t know, but maybe every deity is love itself.” I mean, we’ve established that it’s possible all deities might feel it and just need convincing, right? All they need are examples that prove it. “Plus, Merry feels love, and Malice feels it, not just the Infamous Original Five. And what about happiness? What about confusion? What about fear?
“You know what I’ve never understood? Why the hell is love the outcome of only five emotions? If it’s the most complex one in existence, shouldn’t a bunch of other feelings play a part? We feel a crap ton of things when we’re with someone who matters, and I wouldn’t break it down to just a handful. Malice would volunteer, but he doubts they want him leading the pack.Īndrew speaks up when no one else makes a reply.
“We won’t know until we try,” Merry says. “Are we making the right choice?” Anger asks.
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