// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Pain flared as her nails dug into her upper arms through the shirt. Realizing that she was close to drawing blood, Maea carefully pried her fingers away, only to grab hold of a fistful of hair instead. He had to go and make it personal. Part of her wanted nothing more than to assure that she didn't mean him... but the rest caused her jaw to set stubbornly.
"If violence is your only way to solve problems, then yes. It's not about what anyone deserves; it's about what is right, and what is necessary. Tell me there really was no other way to deal with that man? Torture and murder was the only choice anyone had in this case?"
He was pressing on triggers she didn't want to acknowledge. But though the young woman wanted nothing more to say no, tell him he was wrong, that she'd never taken pleasure in a hunt ever - she couldn't. The truth twisted in her mouth and dropped into the space between them in silence, catching in her throat like she was a fae who couldn't speak untruth. Shallow breaths exacerbated the mounting headache; Maea cast about the room as if looking for a way out, some physical escape when reasoning started to fail her.
"I've - I've never tormented anyone who couldn't defend themselves," she grated out, tail curling tightly around her leg. "This and that spar - that's completely different! I'm not - I don't want - !" Slippery thoughts fled her grasp like panicked minnows; what was she even trying to say anymore?
"You're allowing cannibalism," she finally managed to get out, nearly choking on the mere word. "And murder."
"If violence is your only way to solve problems, then yes. It's not about what anyone deserves; it's about what is right, and what is necessary. Tell me there really was no other way to deal with that man? Torture and murder was the only choice anyone had in this case?"
He was pressing on triggers she didn't want to acknowledge. But though the young woman wanted nothing more to say no, tell him he was wrong, that she'd never taken pleasure in a hunt ever - she couldn't. The truth twisted in her mouth and dropped into the space between them in silence, catching in her throat like she was a fae who couldn't speak untruth. Shallow breaths exacerbated the mounting headache; Maea cast about the room as if looking for a way out, some physical escape when reasoning started to fail her.
"I've - I've never tormented anyone who couldn't defend themselves," she grated out, tail curling tightly around her leg. "This and that spar - that's completely different! I'm not - I don't want - !" Slippery thoughts fled her grasp like panicked minnows; what was she even trying to say anymore?
"You're allowing cannibalism," she finally managed to get out, nearly choking on the mere word. "And murder."
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
