Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
While her face remained half hidden behind her tented hands, it was only too easy to follow Maea's shifting sentiments. Despite the initial relief to hear that she didn't have to leap in defense of a friend or innocent whenever Asta got the itch, there was still the fact that he chose to do what he did. Even the cannibals of Whitebrim had ostensibly been forced into their actions by necessity, and while it had been horrible and wrong, the sheer misery of their existence had earned them at least a measure of pity.
But this person... Not only did Asta have plenty of options, but he was by the look of it both strong and healthy and lacked nothing. So why? The only answer she could see was that he did it because he wanted to. Plain as that.
"... it's something. But... sorry. Not sure it's enough." She sounded about as green around the edges as she looked. "Just for reference... is this common among the Ancient? Is it - how to say this - is it an accepted practice?" Or was she the odd one, for her shuddering and the urge to return down into the water, to cleanse herself off the awful sensation clinging to the skin? It was entirely imagined but there all the same.
But this person... Not only did Asta have plenty of options, but he was by the look of it both strong and healthy and lacked nothing. So why? The only answer she could see was that he did it because he wanted to. Plain as that.
"... it's something. But... sorry. Not sure it's enough." She sounded about as green around the edges as she looked. "Just for reference... is this common among the Ancient? Is it - how to say this - is it an accepted practice?" Or was she the odd one, for her shuddering and the urge to return down into the water, to cleanse herself off the awful sensation clinging to the skin? It was entirely imagined but there all the same.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
