Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
Stirring the ice in her glass with a finger, her silence stretched out long after Hadama had finished explaining. It made sense, she supposed, in the same way that leaving had made sense. That still didn't mean that it sat right with her. Instead of standing with her as equals and allies... she had been protected. Two times over, even, Sunjata's blasé dismissal of her capability notwithstanding. A frown drew her pale brows together, painting lines across a forehead that seemed far too youthful for such troubled marks.
"Out of everyone in that room... I should have been the least of your concern," she eventually said, rubbing a hand over her eyes with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, Hadama, I appreciate the sentiment... I wouldn't want to see you killed either. But you are more than just my friend. And I am not your subject." Not yours to protect at the cost of all else. There was a burn starting up in her chest. Whether from anger or alcohol she couldn't tell; not that it mattered.
"Out of everyone in that room... I should have been the least of your concern," she eventually said, rubbing a hand over her eyes with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, Hadama, I appreciate the sentiment... I wouldn't want to see you killed either. But you are more than just my friend. And I am not your subject." Not yours to protect at the cost of all else. There was a burn starting up in her chest. Whether from anger or alcohol she couldn't tell; not that it mattered.
Don't walk away
