Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
Her mind reeled, struggling to adjust. What she knew to be good and right and proper clashed horribly with the casual way Asta was speaking about the act of consuming human flesh. It was worse than just feeling sick; it upended the fragile peace she had settled into. A reality where she had turned into a predator - a tiger, a being who needed to hunt, yes, but who was not a monster.
But this person was an Ancient too, and he - how was he different from the things that had come snarling at the door every LongNight as she grew up? How was she different, from the nightmarish things that had slaughtered her entire family? Dragged them off into the cold darkness, to do Gods know what - they had never been found. What other fate was there?
Her hands felt icy cold even though her cheeks were stiff with hot upset. Nearly hyperventilating, she pressed cold fingers against the side of her own neck, trying to breathe, to think, to find something - anything - that would keep her from spiraling into full blown panic. Then he said something that she latched on to like it was a lifeline. It very well might be. Her head snapped up, and she forced herself to meet his gaze.
"They don't die? So you don't - don't kill people? You don't hunt them?" That... She didn't think she could bear that. The eating was awful enough, but to actively hunt living people like they were no more than cattle, even though they were capable of talking, communication, friendship and love and -
How great was the difference between Dygra's children and the rest of Caido's creation? How great was it, truly, the divide between her and the majority of her friends?
It was as if Astaroth had opened up a chasm beneath her feet. A yawning abyss of dreadful uncertainties she had no answers to.
But this person was an Ancient too, and he - how was he different from the things that had come snarling at the door every LongNight as she grew up? How was she different, from the nightmarish things that had slaughtered her entire family? Dragged them off into the cold darkness, to do Gods know what - they had never been found. What other fate was there?
Her hands felt icy cold even though her cheeks were stiff with hot upset. Nearly hyperventilating, she pressed cold fingers against the side of her own neck, trying to breathe, to think, to find something - anything - that would keep her from spiraling into full blown panic. Then he said something that she latched on to like it was a lifeline. It very well might be. Her head snapped up, and she forced herself to meet his gaze.
"They don't die? So you don't - don't kill people? You don't hunt them?" That... She didn't think she could bear that. The eating was awful enough, but to actively hunt living people like they were no more than cattle, even though they were capable of talking, communication, friendship and love and -
How great was the difference between Dygra's children and the rest of Caido's creation? How great was it, truly, the divide between her and the majority of her friends?
It was as if Astaroth had opened up a chasm beneath her feet. A yawning abyss of dreadful uncertainties she had no answers to.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
