Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
"Yeah? I hope you are right. I feel the same way." Her smile was a ghostly thing, there and gone again before ever quite reaching her eyes. This was a lot of truths to be offering to someone whose motives she did not know, and caution was beginning to catch up to her again, as the tone of the conversation slowly shifted.
Sitting up straighter, a stillness came over the young woman as she processed the words coming out of the older ancient's mouth. That he even spoke of it was making alarm bells go off in her mind. At the mention of cannibals, Maea's mind conjured memories of icy tunnels of Halo and the contents of foul crates stashed away out of sight. Filled to the brim with the mutilated bodies of gods knew how many people - ambushed, butchered and consumed by outcasts driven mad by the merciless climate. That burning taste of bile returned to bubble in her throat - couldn't help it, no matter how much this gentleman with his polite speech and sincere manners assured he was polite about it.
"You eat people?" A choked whisper, a shudder of unchecked horror; there was no mistaking the way she leaned back, away; unable to comprehend it. Unwilling to look past the initial recoil - because she didn't want to know what her true reaction would be if she did.
This... this was toeing dangerously close to the whole reason why she feared some parts of this new nature.
"How can anyone deserve... to be eaten?"
Sitting up straighter, a stillness came over the young woman as she processed the words coming out of the older ancient's mouth. That he even spoke of it was making alarm bells go off in her mind. At the mention of cannibals, Maea's mind conjured memories of icy tunnels of Halo and the contents of foul crates stashed away out of sight. Filled to the brim with the mutilated bodies of gods knew how many people - ambushed, butchered and consumed by outcasts driven mad by the merciless climate. That burning taste of bile returned to bubble in her throat - couldn't help it, no matter how much this gentleman with his polite speech and sincere manners assured he was polite about it.
"You eat people?" A choked whisper, a shudder of unchecked horror; there was no mistaking the way she leaned back, away; unable to comprehend it. Unwilling to look past the initial recoil - because she didn't want to know what her true reaction would be if she did.
This... this was toeing dangerously close to the whole reason why she feared some parts of this new nature.
"How can anyone deserve... to be eaten?"
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
