Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The girl nodded solemnly at the request for secrecy. "I won't pass it on," she promised. Who was there to tell, anyway? If she had at one point or other been inclined towards self-destruction or bringing others down alongside herself, those impulses were suppressed and contained by the deepening bond with Amun. Even if her own worth and value remained in question, she would not risk him.
Humming in admission as Wessex went on to mention the telepathy, Maea nodded again and didn't dwell on her failure to respond to past summons. If the woman wouldn't make a thing out of it, she was only grateful for the chance to let it be; she could only do better from here on. The abilities the Wraith explained were certainly interesting, though Maea was glad that they were not her own. Some of them seemed quite daunting; especially the bio-pulse. "I can imagine you need to weigh benefits and consequences when using some of those," she remarked, with a thoughtful frown. "Tactics and strategy is going to be important, isn't it? It might be useful to practice working together, sometime. Maybe do tag-team spars or something? I would have no idea how to move around without getting in the way of someone else on the same side."
Even if it was only in passing, the way she was told off for getting down on herself made the pale girl's eyes widen a touch, only for a small smile to appear. Somewhat pleased - maybe even amused - before she gazed on ahead and considered the question. Reaching out a hand, she traced the curve of the wall with disfigured fingertips.
"It depends," she admitted. "On a good day I prefer not to get into fights at all, and would rather just leave instead of arguing, let alone exchanging blows. But then, there are these moments... where everything sort of shuts off inside. Suddenly I don't care about anything, and when it happens I sort of... go for the jugular. Damn the consequences" It sounded more than a little unhinged to say it out loud, and she cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I suppose I would prefer a well rounded fighting style... I want to do both. Protect my important people, no matter how it has to happen."
Humming in admission as Wessex went on to mention the telepathy, Maea nodded again and didn't dwell on her failure to respond to past summons. If the woman wouldn't make a thing out of it, she was only grateful for the chance to let it be; she could only do better from here on. The abilities the Wraith explained were certainly interesting, though Maea was glad that they were not her own. Some of them seemed quite daunting; especially the bio-pulse. "I can imagine you need to weigh benefits and consequences when using some of those," she remarked, with a thoughtful frown. "Tactics and strategy is going to be important, isn't it? It might be useful to practice working together, sometime. Maybe do tag-team spars or something? I would have no idea how to move around without getting in the way of someone else on the same side."
Even if it was only in passing, the way she was told off for getting down on herself made the pale girl's eyes widen a touch, only for a small smile to appear. Somewhat pleased - maybe even amused - before she gazed on ahead and considered the question. Reaching out a hand, she traced the curve of the wall with disfigured fingertips.
"It depends," she admitted. "On a good day I prefer not to get into fights at all, and would rather just leave instead of arguing, let alone exchanging blows. But then, there are these moments... where everything sort of shuts off inside. Suddenly I don't care about anything, and when it happens I sort of... go for the jugular. Damn the consequences" It sounded more than a little unhinged to say it out loud, and she cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I suppose I would prefer a well rounded fighting style... I want to do both. Protect my important people, no matter how it has to happen."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
