Do you ponder the manner of things?

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Pale eyes narrowed at the reply, her sore and chafed lips tightening at the not-answer. "If it's so natural, then there should be no problem talking about it, should it? It must be more than making a few changes to a mortal body... Come on, why don't you let me hear your version of the story? Maybe it might make me change my mind about you." She held her hands out in a gesture of non-committment, suggesting she was willing to listen. Setting aside an old grudge would not be easy... but Maea was trying to create change herself. What would she do if she couldn't even offer an open mind?