MAEA
He had a response for everything, and after a while Maea just threw her hands up. And he accused her of being stubborn!
"Then, I guess I can only conclude that you are a better person than most I've ever met. I would smack a kid over the head for touching my craft without permission. I've been giving allowances for your grief all along, because I know what it's like to be in the thick of it and do things I end up regretting. And yes, I do remember - it's why I'm standing here right now, trying to make you feel better about things that aren't your fault. I'm sorry I'm doing such a piss poor job of it." Frustration had her rake her fingers through the hair, scratching at the scalp even though it did nothing to soothe the itch inside her mind.
"You'll have to ask the Old Gods about the options. They seem to be acting like I would... with no real tolerance for 'improvements' when I already know how I want things to be."
Flexing her jaw, she turned around and stared at the swamp again. At the black tar pit, which described their situation in a perfect metaphorical reflection. Just a stinking hole of bullshit into which they were inexorably drawn, and would soon be drowning in.
Delightful.
"Then, I guess I can only conclude that you are a better person than most I've ever met. I would smack a kid over the head for touching my craft without permission. I've been giving allowances for your grief all along, because I know what it's like to be in the thick of it and do things I end up regretting. And yes, I do remember - it's why I'm standing here right now, trying to make you feel better about things that aren't your fault. I'm sorry I'm doing such a piss poor job of it." Frustration had her rake her fingers through the hair, scratching at the scalp even though it did nothing to soothe the itch inside her mind.
"You'll have to ask the Old Gods about the options. They seem to be acting like I would... with no real tolerance for 'improvements' when I already know how I want things to be."
Flexing her jaw, she turned around and stared at the swamp again. At the black tar pit, which described their situation in a perfect metaphorical reflection. Just a stinking hole of bullshit into which they were inexorably drawn, and would soon be drowning in.
Delightful.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
