Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
If she had known how similar their line of thought was, Maea would have laughed out loud. But they only talked past each other, like ships blowing fog horns at each other in the night, and she experienced a prick of relief that there wouldn't be some immediate demand on her taking action. The reaction to her last attempt had been swift and harsh, and she was not so self-confident that she could simply shrug it off.
"It's not 'too much'," she replied, bristling at the implication that she was hesitating to do her part. "Just don't blame me if it gets dangerous. You're responsible for your own life, I want that perfectly clear." In her mind, the only defence was offence - whether that was reckless was or necessary was moot and uninteresting.
"It's not 'too much'," she replied, bristling at the implication that she was hesitating to do her part. "Just don't blame me if it gets dangerous. You're responsible for your own life, I want that perfectly clear." In her mind, the only defence was offence - whether that was reckless was or necessary was moot and uninteresting.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
