Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
She hadn't known that and her eyebrows came up, curious about the story behind such a curse. "This is just my take, but I've always failed to see how magic can be a punishment," she admitted. "Maybe it's because I was born with it. Even knowing the Voice and her actions, it's not like having power makes anyone evil." No more than an axe or a sword were evil; they were all equally capable of doing good or bad, according to the intentions of the wielder.
Shaking her head with a strained laugh, Remi's teasing nudge had her sidestep a pace. "No, I guess not. Just shocking to speak of it so frankly. At least it's not a common topic around me." She poked her tongue at him for good measure, then turned back to scrutinizing the stalls for something cheerful and interesting. "What were you doing back in those days?" she asked idly, picking up a ring shaped like cherry blossoms on a branch. It was pretty, but probably more to her liking than the two men.
Glancing up to answer his take on the invasion, her expression turned thoughtful. "It was never just your fight, even though the burden of being on the frontline fell on you," she replied quietly. "Every ascended was involved, and everyone who ever used a portal, or struggled beneath the barrier, or found their world constricted by the storms in the years while the gods tried to keep the Voice contained. The only real difference between now and then is where the threat comes from. Would you not wish to know as much about it as possible, so you can make the right choices for yourself and your family?"
Shaking her head with a strained laugh, Remi's teasing nudge had her sidestep a pace. "No, I guess not. Just shocking to speak of it so frankly. At least it's not a common topic around me." She poked her tongue at him for good measure, then turned back to scrutinizing the stalls for something cheerful and interesting. "What were you doing back in those days?" she asked idly, picking up a ring shaped like cherry blossoms on a branch. It was pretty, but probably more to her liking than the two men.
Glancing up to answer his take on the invasion, her expression turned thoughtful. "It was never just your fight, even though the burden of being on the frontline fell on you," she replied quietly. "Every ascended was involved, and everyone who ever used a portal, or struggled beneath the barrier, or found their world constricted by the storms in the years while the gods tried to keep the Voice contained. The only real difference between now and then is where the threat comes from. Would you not wish to know as much about it as possible, so you can make the right choices for yourself and your family?"
Don't walk away
