// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
"... I don't know."
The trouble was, he was making too much sense. Echoing thoughts she'd already voiced to Asta, concerns she'd aired before Danta, worries neither men had responded to except to say they were already doing their best. Asta was already compromising. Nothing they had done would displease Dygra. Compared to what they were used to, this was merciful and generous, why was she not content with that?
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, there was tension there that would turn into a headache before dusk settled in. The houseboat was warm and comfortable, offering a stellar view of the pouring rain outside - far more peaceful than her haunted office or the constantly drafty cottage she barely returned to. It should be an easy choice. Between this and that - it just wasn't her first choice. Or even the second.
"Somehow, I doubt your daughter would be thrilled to have me live here, based on how our first encounter went," she murmured. It was an excuse, and she didn't expect him to believe that was her sole reason. "But... I'll think about it. Properly, I promise." It wasn't the kind of decision she could make here and now. And even if it were, she still had to return to the Grounds. Had to speak to Danta, and Asta too if he could stand to look at her, and visit all her special places to see - really see - what had become of them.
The trouble was, he was making too much sense. Echoing thoughts she'd already voiced to Asta, concerns she'd aired before Danta, worries neither men had responded to except to say they were already doing their best. Asta was already compromising. Nothing they had done would displease Dygra. Compared to what they were used to, this was merciful and generous, why was she not content with that?
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, there was tension there that would turn into a headache before dusk settled in. The houseboat was warm and comfortable, offering a stellar view of the pouring rain outside - far more peaceful than her haunted office or the constantly drafty cottage she barely returned to. It should be an easy choice. Between this and that - it just wasn't her first choice. Or even the second.
"Somehow, I doubt your daughter would be thrilled to have me live here, based on how our first encounter went," she murmured. It was an excuse, and she didn't expect him to believe that was her sole reason. "But... I'll think about it. Properly, I promise." It wasn't the kind of decision she could make here and now. And even if it were, she still had to return to the Grounds. Had to speak to Danta, and Asta too if he could stand to look at her, and visit all her special places to see - really see - what had become of them.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
